This blog is created to remember my own village.
A very nice place to live. Long time ago I have enjoyed all kinds of conditions ; the happiness, sadness, madness etc, here in Cipelah - Sadewata.
Here, I lived at a high hill, called Tenjolaya, means when we know someone and we come at a long next time we will meet only a memory. The person is vanished, only tutunggul left behind.
It was said by my grandfather, Haji Abdul Gaffur Sastrawijaya, when you came to see me you just see that I had already dead.
Time by time .........
I can see Situ Hyang being shrinking from my view at a Pohon Cengkeh tree. The volume of the big pool, a little swamp entered by muds and other materials from sorrounding. It is very difficult and sad to see that. How can I stop the process ? Help me
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