Merauke in their Eyes
For me, an Indonesian who has never gone to Merauke, hearing their story about the border regency in Indonesia is like hearing about the splendor of the New York metropolis.
Mrs Singai (yellow shirt) while teaching in Tais, Papua New Guinea.
As a rule, school starts at 8 a.m. and ends at noon. But no one — including Mrs. Singai, the only teacher in this remote village on the southern coast of West Province, Papua New Guinea (PNG) — has a watch.
However, Mrs. Singai knows the right time to start the class: after cooking cassava at home and when the sun is already high enough. She then goes around the village and shouts to call her students. The children then follow her like a line of ducks to the school building at the end of the village. Without a watch, Mrs. Singai also knows when to end class, namely, if most of the students are already loudly whining with hunger or her own stomach is growling.