Grieve

My family and close friends must've known, that my little sister and I were like cat and mouse, or cat and dog. Whatever. We. Fought. All. The. Time.

We'd started fighting even since she could barely talk. I found her annoying. And she might find me, too, annoying.

We're 8 years apart. That's how they tried to tell me, to give in and yield, by reminding me how much older I was and how she's just a baby. It could be translated as: "Do you have no shame to fight a little girl??"

But I could never understand the logic behind the argument. So what if she's 8 years younger? Wrong is wrong, and usually I'm the right one. Or so I thought.

There are things I couldn't understand. And she always found a way to tick me. Consciously or not.

Though our chinese zodiacs told a very different relationship: We supposed to be the best of best friends. Nevertheless, we fought often. Always.

Then I left when she was almost eleven. From then on, the routine communication we did were just on birthdays, Christmases and New Years. The older we got, the less we fought. Though maybe we should give the "distance" a huge credit.

But still... In all those years I often couldn't understand her. Why she'd done this and that. How could she?

To me, she'd always been that annoying little immature sister. Who made a mess in the house and did things as she liked.

Then tons and tons of her friends came to the funeral. Weeping and said: She was a very kind person. And suddenly I'm a proud sister.

I'm very grateful for the last few weeks with her. We talked a lot and not once fought.

But it also became my biggest regret.

It turns out very easy to talk to her. And I've wasted all those years just to feel like a sister at the last few weeks.

It took me years to finally be able to talk casually about my Dad. No one knows how many years it'll take me this time.

But I choose to live with the pain. It's not a thing you can forget. They say, people grow bigger around the grief. The grief itself never grows smaller. So the only way is just to live with it.

I'm still trying to.

It's just, as of today, I'm not big enough yet.

❤

Now that I think about it, the reason why I couldn't understand her for years is because she's an extraordinary person. And I'm just an ordinary one. Afterall pretty flowers get picked first and God evidently has an impeccable taste.

Long Distance Relationship

Ada dua macam reaksi yang muncul dari lawan bicara, ketika gue berkata, "Yeah, pacar gue tinggal di Hamburg. Kita LDR-an.“:

      1.) "Awww… that must be so hard for you“-pity look,

Dan

2.) "Aww… you poor gurl, he’s definitely cheating on you“-pity look.

Yes, long distance relationship is hard. Many times it's sucks too. It needs another level of trust, effort and comitment.

But honestly, infidelity is the least thing we concern about.

Whether it is a bad-chosen word or false intonation interpretating the written chats, disagreements mostly start with miscommunication and bad-mood rather than distrust.

So, for those who did the 2.), I’m sorry if you only know that kind of men or women.

LDR memang bukan untuk semua orang.

We’re lucky enough to be able to meet each other at least once a month, to live in the same time zone and that nowadays, with the modern technology and internet, we can communicate much more easier. Distance has been reduced into a single tap on the smartphone.

Tapi, menurut gue, alasan macam „Gue orangnya nggak bisa LDR“, kasarnya berarti „You are not worthy my efforts and hardwork,“ Lebih halusnya mungkin berarti yang bersangkutan tidak memprioritaskan hubungan yang membutuhkan extra effort dan waktu. Toh masih banyak orang lain yang hidup dekat dengan kita, kenapa pula cari yang hidup di seberang pulau.

You see, siapa sih yang lebih memilih untuk menjalani hubungan jarak jauh? Semua yang menjalani LDR, ya karena terpaksa. Karena cinta saja tidak bikin kenyang. Karena tatap muka tidak bayar tagihan. Dan karena-karena yang lainnya.

We choose to stay in the relationship although it has to be long distance. Because despite the hardships, our loved ones are worth the wait and effort. So, it basically depends on who you’re going to have an LDR with.

IMHO, everyone shouldn’t settle for someone you don’t think you can have an LDR with. You don’t have to do the long distance but just imagine, would you go as far as long distance to the greater future with your significant other?

Don’t get me wrong.

I’m not saying relationships beside LDR are easy.

Every relationship needs efforts and has its own problems.

Pertanyaannya, seberapa jauh mau berusaha untuk urusan cinta-cintaan ini? Apakah yang diperjuangkan itu sebanding dengan usahanya? Apakah susahnya akan terbayar dengan rasa bahagianya?

Menurut gue, mau LDR atau pacaran sama tetangga, kalau isi hubungannya hanya berantem dan bikin sakit hati, buat apa? Life is already hard without such drama.

LDR mengajarkan gue untuk mengatur waktu. I tried to finish my assigment before the weekend, when we supposed to finally meet. Then I could enjoy our date time without any burdens (I’m still learning though, as I’m a procrastinating sloth). Most of the times, the fun we had on our dates is enough to made me forget about the homework. LOL.

We plan our date, so no time wasted on „what are we gonna eat?“. Though sometimes we choose to stay-in and watch Netflix instead.

We also agree upon the importance of maintaining a hobby.

Me and my do-nothing-laying-around-time and he with his games and Gundam.

Gue selalu bilang terserah mau hobi apa, asal affordable (mau koleksi Lambo pun silahkan, asal nggak perlu pakai ngutang), dan paling penting: bukan main cewek. LOL.

Kita pun bukan tipe yang melarang-larang berlebihan, apalagi sampai cek-cek hape dan sebagainya. I was not and will never be. Mostly karena capeeekkk boookkk kalau pacaran harus begitu. Capek hati, capek pikiran. Toh kalau memang sudah ada niat nggak jujur, dipantau seperti apa pun akan selalu ada celah.

Luckily, I’ve known a good deal of my boyfriend before we’re deciding to take our friendship to another level of relationship. We’d been good friends for years, he’s still my very best friend. Di awal banget kita bisa dengan terbuka membicarakan dan menjelaskan batasan apa yang harus dijaga, punya ekspektasi apa, gaya pacaran, dan sebagainya. It helps a lot. Apalagi ternyata harus LDR.

We never make a schedule for Video-call or such. But we still call each other almost everyday. Not because it’s scheduled but because we want to. And I think there’s a big difference there.

I also try not to force anything to him. I sometime still nag though. LOL. Instead, I ask him to explain if something doesn’t quite right for me. We try not to make this relationship as „terpaksa“ because it’ll make all the fun go away.

Actually the key to a long-distance relationship is just like any other relationships: healthy communication.

LDR memang bukan untuk semua orang. LDR hanya untuk mereka yang sudah berpikir dewasa dan mau berusaha lebih.

Anyway, I was gonna say:

Don’t pity LDR-Couples.

Instead, give them support and hope the best for them.

Because we don’t mean to stay long distance forever. It’s just a phase for a greater future together. Everyone has his own journey and long distance is ours.

And if possible, don’t  judge and say things like, „LDR kok ketemu melulu?“.

Isn’t it good, that despite the long distance we still could manage to see each other?

Memang kadang terpikir, „Look at all of that money I spent on bus-tickets!“

Tapi, gue memilih untuk bersyukur karena walau demikian, I still live comfortably and enough.

Berlin, 12 Agustus 2019

The Good Samaritan

Hari ini saya teringat tentang satu perikop di dalam Alkitab mengenai “Orang Samaria yang Murah Hati (Luk. 10:25-37)”. Kisah ini pasti sudah tidak asing untuk teman-teman dan rekan-rekan Nasrani karena sudah sering diulang dalam kotbah gereja atau renungan harian. Entah kenapa saya merasa cuplikan perumpamaan ini perlu untuk diingat dan diresapi lagi maknanya, melihat situasi hangat yang terus-menerus terjadi di dalam dan luar negeri. Walaupun saya tidak pernah mendalami teologi dan ke gereja pun suka bolos, berikut sedikit pemahaman terbatas dan awam saya.

Ada dua inti pokok dalam perikop ini yang saya tangkap. Yang pertama adalah jawaban dari pertanyaan: Bagaimanakah cara untuk mendapat hidup kekal? Pertanyaan ini dijawab dengan kutipan:

“Kasihilah Tuhan, Allahmu, dengan segenap jiwamu dan dengan segenap kekuatanmu dan dengan segenap akal budimu, dan kasihilah sesamamu manusia seperti dirimu sendiri.”

Jelas.

Lalu, ada pertanyaan kedua: Dan siapakah sesamaku manusia?

Untuk menjawab pertanyaan kedua ini, Tuhan Yesus mengisahkan kisah seorang Samaria yang murah hati. Orang Samaria pada dasarnya dicap sebagai bangsa berdosa dan orang Yahudi memandang sebelah mata kepada mereka. Akan tetapi, suatu hari ada seorang Yahudi yang dirampok habis-habisan oleh para penyamun dalam perjalanannya dari Yerusalem ke Yerikho. Tubuhnya yang kepayahan dan penuh luka ditinggalkan begitu saja. Beberapa waktu kemudian lewat seorang Imam, lalu seorang Lewi. Keduanya memilih sisi jalan terjauh dan terus melanjutkan perjalanan masing-masing, tanpa menghiraukan saudara sebangsanya yang terkapar dan terluka. Hingga muncul seorang Samaria di jalan itu dan hatinya tergerak oleh belas kasihan. Ia membersihkan dan membalut luka si Yahudi, bahkan menghantarnya ke penginapan dan membayar semua biayanya.

Lalu Yesus balik bertanya, “Di antara ketiga orang itu, siapakah adalah sesama manusia dari orang yang jatuh ke dalam tangan penyamun ini?”

“Orang yang telah menunjukan belas kasihan kepadanya.”

Kasih itu universal. Kasih itu tidak mengenal perbedaan. Kasih itu milik semua. Kasih itu untuk semua.

Entahlah

Ihiy, akhirnya ada mood nulis lagi. "Setelah" yah... setelah satu-satu urusan gue selesai. Uhyeah.

So, sambil diiringi Afgan di Spotify... here's a piece of my mind.

What is the one thing you could die for?

Pernah kah pertanyaan tersebut mampir di pikiran? It shows up in my mind sometimes.

Sejujurnya, ketika pertanyaan itu muncul di kepala dan gue nggak bisa jawab, I feel sad. I feel like I don't have sincerity.

Jangankan untuk sesama, buat keluarga dan teman terdekat pun gue nggak berani jawab bisa.

Nggak kebayang kalau gue hidup di jaman perang, yang setiap hari nyawa terancam. I really hope I wouldn't come into such situation, where I have to choose between mine and others' lives. Takutnya gue bikin keputusan yang bikin benci diri sendiri.

I am Downtonised ❤

These past few months I've been completely drowning into good stories-hunting, which means lots of movies and lots of books. Well, not exactly movies but episodes of some TV-series I found really good. REALLY. GOOD. It really needs to be repeated to accentuate the meaning.

This time, my newest fangirling episode focused on the one, and one only, genre: Historical Romance.  I'm quite familiar with the genre and was actually crazy about it before, when I was 17 or 18 because of Bridgerton Series by Julia Quinn. Then the madness faded, not because I was bored, but more because I couldn't find any other stories comparable to The Duke And I or The Viscount Who Loves Me (both are the first and second book of the mentioned series by Julia Quinn). Until last few months when the limited access of internet forced me to find another source of entertaiment: books. I began to read books again and was shortly welcomed by the familiar feeling with words and sentences, that build up beautiful stories. I love that feeling.

I read mostly Julia Quinn's and Eloisa James', both are historical romance authors. I finished dozens of their works in weeks and my daily daydreaming soon influenced by it. The time when gentlemen rode horses and wore high hats, the ladies changed clothes six times a day and lived only to find the most agreeable husband, and so on. There are simple story lines: beautiful girl searched for husband, who mostly an aristocrat, extremly rich, and, fortunately, they fall in love with each other. Of course, there'll also be one or more missunderstandings in the way.

I do nothing else but read, even now when the new semester had begun. I am so enjoying reading good stories and let my imagination goes wild, that I'm becoming a trash: just lying there on the bed for hours and read. People would have no idea how hard it is for me, to leave my bed and book each day to, well, become human, which includes going to classes and doing the assignments. To be honest, eating and sleeping wasn't even on the top of my priority-list anymore these days.

But then I feel something wrong with my eyes, I couldn't see as clearly as before. I went to check my eyes and they said nothing was wrong. My sister then told me to stop reading in the mean time and let my eyes to rest. So, unfortunately, I had to put down the books. I then started to go online again and found some new-seemingly-interesting series: Da Vinci's Demons and Masters of Sex. Both are period series (still historical) and finished within a week. At the end there's not really a break for my eyes. *evil laugh*

Strangely, I feel my sight got much better now. Maybe there's a different effect from reading than watching, I don't know.

After finishing both series, which are really highly recommended so to say, I began to put my eyes on Downton Abbey, a famous successful british TV-series since 2010. It sets in years short before the World War I (1914-1918) and also afterwards.

I've been planing to watch Downton Abbey since years ago, even when I was still in Indonesia. But I always missed it on TV and I don't like to watch from the middle or with skipped episodes, so I chose not to watch and will try to find the DVDs or stream it later instead. Unfortunately, I never got the time or mood until last week. With all the historical romance feeling blooming inside me, I finally tried the first episode. Then the second. The third. And so on. I found myself not able to stop watching and I finished all 4 completed-series and the uncompleted fifth serie in a week. And then here comes the real madness.

SPOILERS ALLERT!!!

Changes

Huwaww... it's too long since the last time I wrote something ;;). I've been quite extraordinarily busy for this last two and a half months. Hence it's hard to spare sometime to think and write. Well, not to think actually, since I've got very much time to do so... but to write something worth published, one has to do some thinking first and that makes the writing process longer.

I got a summerjob for 10 weeks in a factory in a city far away to the South... Waiblingen. I was able to manage a 10 weeks accomodation in Stuttgart (thanks to my beloved friend, Heni, who happens to attend a university there), which only 30 minutes away from the mentioned city. Like any other summerjob for students, I wasn't required either to think hardly about what I had to do or to have an exceptionally perfect Deutch-skill. But I had to work hard. I had to stand up for about 8 hours a day and arrange hundreds, maybe thousands, of boxes of their products. Yes, I was in the packaging department. It's easy and paid well but it did hurt your arms and legs and did make a whole new definiton of being bored (there was time, I pretty sure the clock was broken). Once I was told to wash my face because I yawned until the tears come out in front of the supervisor. Despite of everything, I met a lot of good and friendly people there, who made it easier for me to get up every morning to go to work. I'm really grateful. :)

In the hours and hours I stood there and arranged the boxes, I became to have the skill to separate my actions and my mind, which allowed me to think a lot of things while my hands continuously taking the boxes from the machine and put those on their arrangements. I thought about a lot of things, about life and things to achieve in my life, about my plans for the future, about my descisions in the past, about what I must do next time I find myself in the similar situations, about what I should have said to certain people, why I am the way I am now, and many more. It sounds silly, but it's true.

Therefore, I decided to make some changes.

Waktu

Sekilas info: Hari ini, Jerman dan negara-negara Eropa lain resmi memasuki Winterzeit, yang artinya sekarang Indonesia dan Eropa beda waktu 6 jam. :D

Yap, berbicara tentang waktu, hal-hal klise berlarian di kepala gue.

"Waktu itu relatif dan empat dimesional," kata Einstein.

"Alles hat seine Zeit", kata Goethe, pujangga Jerman. (Artinya: Semua ada waktunya)

Ini lanjutan puisinya:

Das Nahe wird weit
Das Warme wird kalt
Der Junge wird alt
Das Kalte wird warm
Der Reiche wird arm
Der Narre gescheit
Alles zu seiner Zeit.

Lübeck im Herbst

Herbst ist immer die schönste Zeit des Jahres.

Die braune Blättern sehen viel wärmer als der weiße Schnee im Winter aus. 

Ich hatte heute eine gute Laune und mochte unbedingt ein bisschen spazieren gehen. Die letzte Vorlesung für heute war schon fertig und ich wollte nicht gleich zuhause gehen. 

Leider war das Wetter schlecht.

Es regnete viel und die Straße war mit den gefallenen Blättern bedeckt.

Jeder wurde auf jeden Fall nass und seine Schuhe wurden verschmutzt.

Trotzdem fuhr ich in die Stadt mit dem Bus und habe einige Fotos gemacht. War allein und hatte eigentlich keinen Plan, wohin zu gehen, ich hatte eine schöne Zeit. 

Hier sind die Fotos von Lübeck im Herbst :) Ich habe die Farben ein bisschen verbessert.

Arti 50€

Hari ini cukup bersejarah buat gue, soalnya hari ini adalah hari dimana semua tugas gue untuk semester perdana ini selesai xD. Tinggal fokus belajar untuk ujian minggu depan. Toi toi toi!

Tugas terakhir yang baru saja gue tuntaskan itu tentang AutoCAD, tau kan... Program computer untuk menggambar-menggambar gitu. Secara gue gaptek dan paling anti sama program yang berkode-kode, bisa nyelesain satu aja hepinya luar biasa :)) Hehehe...

Setelah menyelesaikan tugas laknat yang gue kerjain dua hari itu, gue bersih-bersih kamar dan bersih-bersih diri: nyuci baju, nyapu, ngepel, ganti sprei dan selimut. Kinclong dah.

Minggu ini sendiri juga bermakna buat gue, selain bikin gempor gara-gara tugas yang deadline semua.

Hari Senin yang lalu, teman sekelas gue, sebut saja D, ngajakin belajar bareng. Sebenernya dia minta dibantuin bikin gambar buat tugas Entwerfen (gue nggak tau bahasa Indo-nya, pokoknya semacam presentasi gitu dengan model dan desain bangunan yang kita bikin). Gue sih oke-oke aja, selain gue emang demen tugas yang gambar-gambar, gue pikir lumayan juga buat latihan deutsch.

Meet Helga and Sigi

Seperti yang sudah dijanjikan, dalam posting-an satu ini, gue akan cerita awal mula gue bertemu dengan Helga dan Sigi. :)

***

Sekitar pertengahan bulan Mei yang lalu, malam hari, gue dapet telepon mendadak dari seorang kawan dekat, Rendi. Rendi ini sudah seperti abang gue, kita pertama kenalan pas les bahasa Jerman di Goethe tahun 2011 yang lalu. Rendi sekarang tinggal di München, sementara gue di Lübeck. Jauhnya itu, jauh banget deh. Gue di ujung Utara, Abang di Selatan.

Isi percakapan telepon itu adalah sebagai berikut (biru: Abang Rendi; merah: gue)

"Dek, rumah lo deket Dresden nggak?"

"Beh, jauh banget, Bang."

"Ohh, jauh ya? Gue kira deket."

"Jauh, Bang. Gue 'kan udah pindah. Dulu waktu masi di Halle sih deket. Rumah Cici gue 'tuh masih di Halle."

That White Chocolate

Hari ini indah.

Pagi-pagi, sekitar jam 10, gue naik bus ke ZOB (semacam terminal pusat dimana bus dari semua jurusan ngumpul). Hari ini gue punya janji sama Helga dan Sigi. Oma-Opa ini gue kenal di bus, dan mereka adalah Deutsche teramah yang pernah gue kenal. Cerita lengkap gimana gue ketemu mereka, akan gue bahas lain waktu. :)

Semua rencana jalan-jalan kami bertiga hari ini dirancang oleh Helga, seperti biasa. Mulai dengan mengunjungi kebun yang selalu dibanggakannya, sampai bersantai di pantai.

Sampai ZOB, gue masih perlu jalan sedikit ke Hauptbahnhof  (stasiun pusat), tempat ketemuan kami. Rencananya, hari ini kita mau ke Travemünde naik kereta. Helga dan Sigi sudah menunggu di depan stasiun dan menyambut gue dengan pelukan hangat. Setelah bertukar kabar sedikit, gue diajak ke toko roti untuk beli sarapan. Sepanjang perjalanan, mereka bergantian cerita tentang Lübeck dan sekitarnya, tentang keluarganya, dan lainnya.

Kerja untuk Tuhan

Tiba-tiba saja gue keinget sama percakan kecil di kelas 2D-Design dulu. Dosen gue adalah seorang profesor design pertama di Indonesia (cukup 'wah' kan... xD).  Berhubung gue punya interest banget sama seni, gue suka aja ngobrol sama beliau dan dengar cerita-ceritanya. Nggak perlu 100% sesuai dengan silabus semesteran, tapi kisah hidup beliau sendiri seru buat disimak. Apalagi koleksi-koleksi seni yang dimiliki Pak Yongki ini. Beliau punya ratusan slide lukisan dari jaman dulu banget sampe seni-seni komtemporer. Gue sempet ditunjukin slide-slide tersebut.

Pelajaran dengan beliau sedikit banyak semakin memantapkan gue untuk belajar sejarah seni, walaupun sekarang jalurnya harus muter dikit dan nggak bisa pake jalan tol. Keinginan untuk belajar itu masih ada sampai sekarang.

Applications Submitted!!

Beberapa updates mengenai kegiatan gue belakangan ini (berhubung gue absen nulis berminggu-minggu)


23-29 Desember 2012 

Gue di Berlin dong!! Ikut acara Natalan KMKI di sana, sekalian liburan. Cukup menyenangkan, menambah berat badan, dan menguras dompet. Tapi, gue seneng banget kok :DD

Gue ketemu Dunkin Donuts!!!! Maigat, akhirnya! 

Brandenburger Tor, Christmas Eve.

The Cool-List

So, these past days I have a quite big fever-craziness for Kang Ji Hwan. Why? Because in my eyes, he's a real man!! Huahuahuahuahua...

Below is my criteria of how a man could be called as a cool man (physically), check it out!: 

• Tall, with long legs (tall people with long torso seem shorter than they actually are)
• Good built, but not to much muscles, a bit six pack is enough :P (don't be Ade Rai or Arnold Schwarzenegger)
• Short hair, not too spikey. Hair must not cover the entire ears. 
• Have either clean face or thin mustache and beard.
• Big hand with long fingers
• Healthy white skin, not pale.
• Dark hair or ginger
• Wearing suits (+100000000, bikin klepek-klepek)
• NOT wearing too much accessories (just simple belt, necklace, handband, or rings, but not all in the same time)
• Stand sturdy
• Do sports (it's a MUST!!)
• Do martial arts (+1 million)
• Have a nice smiley eyes (reference: Lee Min Woo from Shinhwa)
• Don't have to be flawlessly handsome, but when he smiles, he is (a smile that made a jaw-drop)

Aaandddd.... Kang Ji Hwan has it all. Nail it! xD

Little Updates from The Kitchen

Here are some new creations, fresh from the kitchen :D

Mushroom and Ham Pie with Creme Fraiche, Oregano, and homemade Blätterteig

Creamy Baked Pasta (Penne and Spaghetti) with Cheese

When I waited a call (or messages) from someone

And some unwanted calls or broadcast messages appeared -_____-

Herbst 2012

Sekadar informasi, pemandangan saat musim gugur itu bagus banget-banget...

Pohon-pohon yang tadinya hijau-hijau, sekarang berwarna dari kuning muda sampai kuning kecoklatan, dari kuning tua sampai merah tua. Bagus banget deh.. (Atau gue aja yang norak baru ngerasain musim gugur dari awal :P)

Jadi, gue bersama Noven, Nina, dan Putri, sepakat untuk bikin sesi foto-foto di pemandangan musim gugur Sabtu pagi ini :D 

Sebenernya cici gue juga harusnya ikut, sayang Senin depan dia ujian. Jadilah cici gue nggak lepas badannya dari meja belajar -_____________- (Good luck, ci!)

Anyway, ini beberapa hasil jepretan kamera awam kita: Dari pocket camera sampai kamera hape. Hahahaha... 

Unsere erste Exkursion

So, ceritanya minggu lalu (Rabu, 10 Oktober 2012) kelas gue mengadakan fieldtrip. Walaupun awalnya sempet kecewa karena ekspektasi berlebih (tahun-tahun sebelumnya, fieldtrip selalu ke luar kota), ternyata jalan.jalan singkat ini asik juga. 

Pagi-pagi sekitar jam 9, murid-murid Studkol T dan W-Kurs berkumpul di Marktplatz. Kita mau ke museum coklat Halloren, yang juga merupakan pabrik coklat tertua di Jerman, yang terletak di Halle (ya kawan, di Halle). Jadi, kita cuman perlu naik tram aja. 

Selain museum, ada juga toko coklat dan pabriknya sekalian, di mana banyak tester-tester coklat gratis yang bisa dicomot seenaknya. Hehehehe... 

Dua bule di belakang itu Dr. Wolter (guru fisika) dan Dr. Sarrazin (guru matematika). Mereka adalah guru-guru gahoel yang seru dan baik banget :'D

Herr Marceline

Today, I received a brochure from IKEA-Family. 

"Herr" means "Mister"

Guess, sometimes people get confuse too... -_____-

Should I recheck my gender? 

Rokok itu...

Pagi ini, gue mendadak dapat ide iseng. 

Waktu gue lagi nunggu tram mau ke toko Asia buat beli jahe, gue melihat ada sekotak rokok yang sudah kosong tergeletak begitu saja. Di bagian belakang kotak itu, seperti biasa ada peringatan-peringatan tentang bahaya rokok. Gue jadi inget diskusi singkat gue dan teman-teman dengan guru bahasa Jerman gue di Studkol tentang rokok. 

Nggak perlu lah ya, gue bahas panjang lebar tentang bahaya rokok. Gue rasa semua orang sudah tahu bahayanya di luar kepala. Belum lagi maraknya kampanye anti rokok dan lain sebagainya. 

Bukan, bukan bahaya rokok yang menarik perhatian gue. Yang menarik buat gue adalah kalimat-kalimat peringatan yang ada di balik rokok tersebut. Berbeda dengan di Indonesia, di mana semua kemasan rokok berbagai merk menampilkan peringatan yang sama, di Jerman, tiap merk memiliki kalimat peringatannya masing-masing.