I arrived in Medan and lots of men called to me: ‛cab, sir?‛ No, I do not need a cab, I want to walk. And I walked away. Until a man in a car asked me where I was going. I did not know. Sugitotawona on a motor cycle came too and told me, he was going to take me to the consulate. I was glad I did not have to walk further and love to ride on a motor cycle. He had some difficulty to find the Dutch consulate but after asking several persons he found it for me and dropped me off.
I was very grateful and surprised, that the consulate was open because the sign said they were closed but the door was open, so I entered. The woman told me she could not help me but I could come back tomorrow and talk with someone else who might be able to help me finding my roots.
I left and went to the post office to post the key from the hostel in Kuala Lumpur that I still had in my pocket. I had discovered it at the airport. I was very happy that a woman that spoke very good English, came to me and asked me what I wanted. She helped me to pack the key and I wanted to send it but it was too late. The express counter was closed as we were ready with the packing and I said I would come back next day to post it.
I found a hotel and got a room. It cost all the money I had got at the airport for the money I changed. I went for a walk and found an old Dutch building that must have been a store-house. Very lovely people lived there and asked me in. With a dictionary we did some talking and I made some pictures with my electronic photo machine of all who were there.
After that I continued my walk and came to a street where I met a very nice man who works as a driver. He was there with two friends and one of them spoke English. It was very nice just sitting there with this chauffeur and seeing how he makes contact to the earth.
I also passed some streets that looked very poor and was warned not to go there. I neglected the warning as I have to find my trust again and I only met nice people. Nothing to fear. Medan is a town full of cars that are using their horn. Noisy and only very few bikes. I was told, that 20 years ago there were much more bikes in Medan and that there were also more trees. It seems that everyone in Medan is rich now and that must be one of the reasons that almost everybody is motorized now. Bikes are now motorbikes and a lot are driving around to do their best to earn a bit by driving people around.
The room in the hotel did not have any window. So the daylight does not come in it. I had to call the reception as I did not have a watch, to ask what time it was as I woke up. It was three o'clock in the night. I lost my time feeling. Like patients in coma. They are in the past since their accident. That means that day is endless for them and they do not get tired.
They must be connected to the earth and the universe to come in our time again. That can be done by hpi-therapy and is taught in the hpi - COURSES.