Wounds on the Body of Infant Republic

I was nobody. I was just the dream of the persons you ignored. Now, put me in jail. Tell everyone, a lonely rebel has surrendered and no longer wants to wage war.  (“The Death of Kartosoewirjo”, Triyanto Triwikromo)

They fought against the colonial ruler together. But, on the way some of the fighters and national figures drew their guns and pointed at each other. It’s an impact of the dissatisfaction of the elite that resonated with people’s disappointment over the uncertain social and political condition.

Nuk Mudarti, 82, the niece of Sekarmadji Maridjan Kartosuwiryo, warmly welcomed us on Thursday (9/3) at her house on Jl Raya Cepu, in Blora, Central Java. Before inviting us to sit down, she repeatedly asked where were we from and about the purpose of the visit.