Menteng Pulu

The honor cemetery of Menteng Pulu, where many war victims are buried.

Ereveld

Ereveld

This is the cemetery where all religions, races, militaries and civilians and victims of the Bersiap are resting in peace.
There were graves of unknown women. We brought flowers for one of them, to greet my mother, who was not allowed to have a grave. The cross shows whether a man or woman was resting there. The square ends of a cross signified a man; the round ends of a cross signified a woman.
On the sides of the drive way they had planted trees with orange flowers, who are called bad boys, and trees with white flowers, who are called sweet girls in Dutch. The orange flowers are called Juliana in Surabaya. And all of the conifers are called Christmas trees: Pohon Hari Natal. There was a touching statue of a camp child with a swollen belly, due to edema.

 

Grogol mijn tweede kamp. De auto waar wij mee gebracht zijn en een patiënte

Grogol mijn tweede kamp. De auto waar wij mee gebracht zijn en een patiënte

This is the entrance of the psychiatric hospital, which was used for prisoners during the war. We walk inside the hospital unnoticed, thanks to the visitors during the visitation hour.
Fortunately, we went in like we did, because it turned out later that we were not allowed to go inside. I had found our barrack. There were four beds for patients, where we were lying on matrasses with thirty people. The tap across the room, the barrack of the psychiatric patients, I remembered it all. But how is it possible that everything looks so much brighter and friendlier now, with neatly trimmed trees and grass? The chauffeur, who was driving us, thought it was enough and came to get us. He did not want to wait any longer. The patients, walking around his car, were scaring him!

A Chinese woman, called Jannie, whom we visited on request of Claartje, gave us so many treats. During our visit, we noticed that when she spoke of the Muslims, her voice became less loud. She gave us a bag of sweets, which we did not know, to take to a family member of her in Australia. We have to be careful not to bring any packages with unknown content anymore! She went to Bodjong Genteng with us once.

 

We visited the plantation Ciemas. You can see the kampong first, then the rubber factory, which is now used as a palm sugar factory and to sell coconuts. There is nothing left of the tea. We could still see the palm trees on the hills. There are still a lot of rubber trees, which are not used. Overproduction.

Foto Martien 1982

Foto Martien 1982

Foto Martien 1982

Foto Martien 1982