The first time I met her was at a recital, the girl in a white suit sitting in front of the piano and playing with a voice of haunting beauty. After that, I got a chance to talk with her and we had a conversation for a long time. I felt down and depressed for a time, she was always there with me and encouraged me, even took me to one of my favourite musicals, which made me perk up. This picture was taken after that. She is important to me and I am so glad to have such a precious gift.
The sound of train horn marked the beginning of my trip from Jakarta to Semarang. Together with my closest friends, we were going there to attend a wedding. Contrary to the steam locomotive that was moving forward, I was being reminded of the day we all first met. It was at universities. We hadn’t met before, we didn’t sit close each other, yet we became friends. I guess our frequencies just synced perfectly.
Since that day, it’s been 11 years. Since that day, I have felt I am accepted. Since that day, I can share stories I couldn’t tell before. Since that day, I can become myself.
My mum always encourages me. When I prepared for an exam aiming to study abroad, I failed the exam several times. It was struggled and I had too much pressure. At that time, my mum wanted to reduce my pressure, she just did the same simple thing for me. Everyday when I woke up, I saw kiwi and a cup of water by my bed. I felt full of power, those kiwi kind of taught me never to give up. Now, my dream is come true and I really want to tell my mum: when you are old, I will do the same thing for you.
We were once from the same battlefield, fighting for the final winner of a fierce choir competition. We won without blood but precious time, contributing to one voice . when the graduating bell rang, anxious seniors like us did response. We quit the choir ,one by one. However, music keeps us together. Not long, we met again and started with Acapella. Once a week, rehearsals with them were always filled with joy. Fourth a year, attending a graduation concert with them was one of the most impressive things in my life. Luckily , they are still with me.
She’s the One
We have identical appearance.
We have the same height.
We have similar voice.
We share the same interests…
Come and meet my twin sister,
the best gift that my parents give to me.
She’s the one I can pour out my heart to,
Always walks beside me.
As an old friend of mine.
She’s the one I can count on,
Always stands on my side.
As my intimate family member.
She’s the one I can believe in,
Always guides me through the darkness.
As the mentor in my life.
I was her,
She was me,
If there’s somebody calling me on.
She’s the one.
The story of Ilse Rewald and her husband, Werner, German Jews who survived the Second World War in hiding, in the capital of the Third Reich, Berlin. (Reporter & Presenter: James Stewart; Producer: Penny Arnold; Music by Hanning Schroeder). BBC Radio Wales & Radio 5, May 1995.