Wednesday, May 13, 2015

Diplomats World

I just want to share this post, by Jakarta Post (click here).

The post is all about the feeling being a diplomat spouse and children. The author nails it, as she was a diplomat's spouse herself.

I don't feel the need to add some more. Let her post tell you everything. Enjoy!

Click here for my post on being a diplomat's daughter.

A helicopter crash on Friday, May 8 in a mountainous area of Pakistan tragically killed six passengers, including two ambassadors and two ambassadors’ wives. One of them was Mme. Heri Listyawati Burhan, the spouse of Indonesian Ambassador to Pakistan Burhan Muhammad.

Some may say that this terrible accident could have happen to anyone, anytime, anywhere.

Nevertheless, the members of diplomatic missions assigned to so-called hardship posts are more likely to deal with such risks.

Only a few weeks ago our embassy in Yemen was badly damaged by an air strike injuring two diplomats, other Indonesian citizens and Yemenis.

In fact, such a threat can happen even in countries that seem far from being tagged “hardship”. In a period of less than 10 years (2004 and 2012), there were two bomb explosions at Indonesian Embassy in Paris.

The second one took place while we were living there due to my husband’s posting.

Fortunately nobody was seriously injured, but the material losses were quite large and it was certainly a traumatic experience.

An insightful article titled Appreciating Our Diplomats was written by Mr. Wirya Adiwena (The Jakarta Post, May 2, 2015) expressing his concerns on the reality and sad side of diplomats’ work.

As mentioned in the article, too often this seemingly prestigious profession is ironically regarded as implying merely “the image of glamour and champagne”.

In my own experience, people do frequently utter their presumption of how nice and comfortable it must be to live abroad, as if comparing it to a long holiday. This stereotype is definitely misleading and far from reality.

Working as a diplomat, which means representing your country, is surely not a light responsibility to bear. Apart from the danger in hardship posts, there exist other obstacles that may not be lethal yet are quite significant.

I would like to share these common challenges facing diplomats’ families, based on personal observation and experience when accompanying my husband in his two previous postings.

Normally when posted to a foreign mission, a diplomat is accompanied by his or her family. The roles of family members are neither insignificant nor limited to supporting capacities.

Actually, on various occasions diplomats’ family members should act as “diplomats” themselves. Diplomats’ spouses are required to readily assist in the activities of the mission, from culinary and cultural diplomacy to national day celebrations.

On the other hand, they are not allowed to work professionally during the posting period. Some families must decide whether to live separately or to sacrifice the career of the spouse.

Diplomats’ children are also an important part of the equation. Facing different environments and constantly adapting both in the foreign and home country makes them the most risk-prone. New homes, schools, friends and languages are normal things. Once they are about to settle in a place, it is already time to move and start from scratch again.

Constantly changing early life stages shapes them to be “third culture kids” (TCK) — children with the unique experience of moving between cultures before fully developing their personal and cultural identity.

These so-called global nomads or cultural chameleons are exposed to typical experiences, both good and bad. The primary benefits are perhaps their multilingual skills and the ability to adapt well to new environments, an expanded world view resulting broader perspectives, as well as higher sensitivity and empathy.

The main challenges include the ongoing switch of schools, hence friends. While this constant change can be beneficial, it is at the same time a potential threat, for each child has a different level of ability to adjust. Some can survive, some others sadly cannot.

Furthermore, being in foreign countries puts them among different sets of cultural values that sometimes can be conflicting. They are obliged to hold on to their home culture while at the same time adjusting to local customs.

At the family level, the unceasing moving process itself is never a piece of cake. Packing, unpacking, leaving and finding home, changing schools, learning new languages, meeting new neighbors, driving on the other side of the road, adjusting to new cultures and so on.

However, difficulties are well paid off once things finally start to fall into place. While spending a few years in a foreign land, the beauty of learning new things, visiting wonderful places, making lots of friends and gaining invaluable experiences makes it all worthwhile.

After all, there are always two sides of the coin — ups and downs, peaks and valleys. At the end of the day, life is about making choices and living with the consequences. Like they say, “Life is not about waiting for the storm to pass, it’s about learning to dance in the rain.”

To all Indonesian diplomats and their families, hold your heads up high.

A speedy recovery to Ambassador Burhan Muhammad and deep condolences to the whole family. To Mme. Listyawati, may your soul rest forever in peace.
________________________

The writer is spouse of Charles F. Hutapea, previously assigned to the Indonesian Embassy in Paris (2009-2013) and the Indonesian Consulate General in Osaka (2002-2006). Her memoir Voila La France was published in April 2015 as well as Paris – C’est Ma Vie in December 2012

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A helicopter crash on Friday, May 8 in a mountainous area of Pakistan tragically killed six passengers, including two ambassadors and two ambassadors’ wives. One of them was Mme. Heri Listyawati Burhan, the spouse of Indonesian Ambassador to Pakistan Burhan Muhammad.

Some may say that this terrible accident could have happen to anyone, anytime, anywhere.

Nevertheless, the members of diplomatic missions assigned to so-called hardship posts are more likely to deal with such risks.

Only a few weeks ago our embassy in Yemen was badly damaged by an air strike injuring two diplomats, other Indonesian citizens and Yemenis.

In fact, such a threat can happen even in countries that seem far from being tagged “hardship”. In a period of less than 10 years (2004 and 2012), there were two bomb explosions at Indonesian Embassy in Paris.

The second one took place while we were living there due to my husband’s posting.

Fortunately nobody was seriously injured, but the material losses were quite large and it was certainly a traumatic experience.

An insightful article titled Appreciating Our Diplomats was written by Mr. Wirya Adiwena (The Jakarta Post, May 2, 2015) expressing his concerns on the reality and sad side of diplomats’ work.

As mentioned in the article, too often this seemingly prestigious profession is ironically regarded as implying merely “the image of glamour and champagne”.

In my own experience, people do frequently utter their presumption of how nice and comfortable it must be to live abroad, as if comparing it to a long holiday. This stereotype is definitely misleading and far from reality.

Working as a diplomat, which means representing your country, is surely not a light responsibility to bear. Apart from the danger in hardship posts, there exist other obstacles that may not be lethal yet are quite significant.

I would like to share these common challenges facing diplomats’ families, based on personal observation and experience when accompanying my husband in his two previous postings.

Normally when posted to a foreign mission, a diplomat is accompanied by his or her family. The roles of family members are neither insignificant nor limited to supporting capacities.

Actually, on various occasions diplomats’ family members should act as “diplomats” themselves. Diplomats’ spouses are required to readily assist in the activities of the mission, from culinary and cultural diplomacy to national day celebrations.

On the other hand, they are not allowed to work professionally during the posting period. Some families must decide whether to live separately or to sacrifice the career of the spouse.

Diplomats’ children are also an important part of the equation. Facing different environments and constantly adapting both in the foreign and home country makes them the most risk-prone. New homes, schools, friends and languages are normal things. Once they are about to settle in a place, it is already time to move and start from scratch again.

Constantly changing early life stages shapes them to be “third culture kids” (TCK) — children with the unique experience of moving between cultures before fully developing their personal and cultural identity.

These so-called global nomads or cultural chameleons are exposed to typical experiences, both good and bad. The primary benefits are perhaps their multilingual skills and the ability to adapt well to new environments, an expanded world view resulting broader perspectives, as well as higher sensitivity and empathy.

The main challenges include the ongoing switch of schools, hence friends. While this constant change can be beneficial, it is at the same time a potential threat, for each child has a different level of ability to adjust. Some can survive, some others sadly cannot.

Furthermore, being in foreign countries puts them among different sets of cultural values that sometimes can be conflicting. They are obliged to hold on to their home culture while at the same time adjusting to local customs.

At the family level, the unceasing moving process itself is never a piece of cake. Packing, unpacking, leaving and finding home, changing schools, learning new languages, meeting new neighbors, driving on the other side of the road, adjusting to new cultures and so on.

However, difficulties are well paid off once things finally start to fall into place. While spending a few years in a foreign land, the beauty of learning new things, visiting wonderful places, making lots of friends and gaining invaluable experiences makes it all worthwhile.

After all, there are always two sides of the coin — ups and downs, peaks and valleys. At the end of the day, life is about making choices and living with the consequences. Like they say, “Life is not about waiting for the storm to pass, it’s about learning to dance in the rain.”

To all Indonesian diplomats and their families, hold your heads up high.

A speedy recovery to Ambassador Burhan Muhammad and deep condolences to the whole family. To Mme. Listyawati, may your soul rest forever in peace.
________________________

The writer is spouse of Charles F. Hutapea, previously assigned to the Indonesian Embassy in Paris (2009-2013) and the Indonesian Consulate General in Osaka (2002-2006). Her memoir Voila La France was published in April 2015 as well as Paris – C’est Ma Vie in December 2012

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Thursday, April 30, 2015

I'm halfway there

As a doctorate student, we need to pass qualifying exams. It differ across faculty and campus. Some require us to pass specific subject, written/oral exams and/or present our research, within two years or one year. It's all solely department/faculty regulation that we can't questioned or compare it with other department. After we pass the exams, we are no longer a doctorate student, but a doctorate candidate.

In my department, they require us to either pass two subject of written exams or get a paper accepted within two years. As suggested by my advisor, my target in the beginning was, try to get my paper published, she said it's a lot easier. But it takes a lot of time to finish it and to get through the peer-review process. 

It was right after I send out the first revise and 6 more months until my two years deadline is ended, that I started to think to take the exams. Since I feel like there will still be some revising, I'm not that confident that my paper will get accepted in the next 6 months, so I took the exams for precautions. The department offer the exams in each semester. If I could not pass the exams, I need to take it again in the next semester. But if my first two years end, I need to take leave until I pass the exams. Sounds complicated, huh?

Wait 'til you hear this. There are many rumors out there that the exams are super-very-hard to pass. One of Taiwanese senior that I knew, she pass all two subjects for 5 years! and one of Indonesian senior didn't pas the exams once, but he got the paper published. I feel so anxious yet curious of this horrifying exams. The exams were in essay and the material were: 16 papers and 16-chapters-book! The questions were something detail about the paper, such as the inference of their research or the detail of their questionnaire design. And each paper may have 2-7 different studies with different questionnaire design and inference! No wonder it's so hard to pass, then I thought.

Since I only got this one chance and only one month to prepare, I studied and prayed hard. I tossed away any unimportant and unrelated things. I tried to study in every time I've got. I even brought those papers and book to Indonesia during my winter holiday.

The exams were divided into two days. One subject in one day and each subjects have two sections. There were about 3-4 questions in each section. The questions were a bit blur, but I remember, I wrote one full page of A4 for each questions. I remember there were questions about the detail of questionnaire design and inference. And I remember I felt like my brain were drained out at the end of the test of each day.

I waited for quite a long time for the results, without knowing when exactly they will tell us. They just tell me that they will send an email to announce the result. So every time I opened my mail, I feel that tingling in my stomach. I felt more anxious than before the exams. 

After that 6 weeks long, I finally got an email to pick up my result in department office. Oh, only God knows how nervous I was walking down the road, hoped on to the bus, up to the office and picked up my result. I was so curious with my result that I couldn't wait to open it, but too afraid that I needed a private place in case it wasn't a good news. 

After a long debate with myself, I finally opened it while waiting for a ride home. Alhamdulillah I PASS! Both of it! The threshold was 70 and I got 82 and 89! I didn't expect it to be this high. Even though I was hoping to pass, I predict that maybe I'll get about 71 or 72, something that is slightly above the threshold. It really amaze me that I can't believe it's real. I can't even told anyone other than my family, until I go to the department office and I hear it from my advisor.

The next day, my advisor and my labmates congratulated me. My advisor told me that the department praise the results of my exams. She said that it's very rare that a student can pass two subjects in one time. She even said that maybe this is the first international student that pass two subjects at once. Yeay! Alhamdulillah.

I feel like suddenly I'm free and have nothing to worried about. Hahaha. Of course this isn't the case. I still have halfway to go - even more, maybe? I still have one/two paper(s) to get published, one dissertation and one oral defense. Anyone care to join? Haha

During the waited period, I promised to do three day fasting if I pass the exams. And today I finished the fasting. Out of my expectation, I feel so.. - can't really describe it. It's something a mixture of relax, happy, good mood and worry-less. It feel so good. I think it's even better than when I found out that I pass the exam. 

Alhamdulillah.

So here I am,

Anisa Larasati, PhD Candidate :)

Friday, April 3, 2015

My first race!

About 19 months ago I wrote about jogging and how much I had improved ("practice makes perfect"). I keep on jogging ever since and it improves bit by bit until I have this thought of entering a marathon race.

Around at the same time, this friend of mine were asking us to join a marathon race of 10K in 2 hours limit. I hesitate that I can finish it in time, cause I never run that far. So she searched again and find a 5K marathon in 2 hours, with a cheaper fee. Well, I think I can do this, then I thought. I used to run about 3K in 30 minutes, so I definitely can finish this in time.

So me and three of my friends joined the marathon. It was my first time. So I was excited for the whole afternoon. The feeling of running with hundreds of people together is really intense. While running, I managed to saw and examined few families with either one or two children running together. I felt so happy just seeing them gather together running and caring about exercising and healthy.

I finished my race in 45 minutes with nonstop run/jog. A faster pace than my usual run. In the end, I learned that racing is not about comparing yourself to others nor how fast you can go. But it's about knowing yourself. Knowing your own pace and ability to finish it and beat your own personal goal, without being intimidated or tempted by others.

Who would have thought that this girl, who barely finished a 400m race in high school, now can run a 5K race, nonstop in 45 minutes?

I proved it that anything is possible, as long as you try. And yes, practice makes perfect.

Monday, March 30, 2015

Aturan di Indonesia

Belakangan ini aku baca beberapa notes dan kritikan tentang Indonesia, mostly about the new president. Well, aku disini ga mau ngebicarain tentang tiap-tiap orang di kepemerintahan, karena menurutku itu lebih subjektif, apalagi dengan keterbatasannya informasi. Aku lebih pengen nulis tentang Indonesia itu sendiri. Negara yang kita tempati selama bertahun-tahun. This thought have always been on the back of my mind. Sometimes I share it verbally to some friends, but haven't get the chance to write it down. 

Consider this question: If you could name one aspect - just one - to change Indonesia, what would it be?

Kemungkinan besar jawabannya bervariasi. But for me, jawabannya adalah hukum/peraturan. Here's why:

1. Masalah Transportasi Umum

This is the most inconvenient thing about Indonesia, specifically Jakarta. Dan ini yang menyebabkan macetnya Jakarta yang semakin lama semakin parah. Terlalu banyak orang yang beralih ke kendaraan pribadi, karena transportasi yang ngga nyaman. Transportasi umum di Jakarta itu ngga banyak, ngga tentu datengnya kapan (kadang setengah jam sekali, kadang sejam sekali, kadang ngga datang) dan yang pasti ngga nyaman karena terlalu banyak penumpang. 

Klo ditarik ke akar permasalahannya, pertama, para supir bis/angkot itu tidak dapat gaji/bonus berdasarkan ketepatan waktu, melainkan berdasarkan banyaknya penumpang. Jadi apa yang terjadi? Banyak bis/angkot yang rela ngetem bermenit-menit dan tetiba memperpanjang rute tanpa peduli waktu dan rela nge-'jejelin' penumpang ngga peduli sesaknya ruangan. Mereka ngga akan peduli kalau kita protes, 'cause that's how they can get more money. Coba kalau peraturannya diubah. Tiap bis/angkot sudah ditetapkan waktu perjalanannya di tiap-tiap halte, dan mereka akan mendapatkan bonus bila datang tepat waktu atau dalam kurun waktu tertentu. Kalau begini, waktu kedatangan bis/angkot akan lebih jelas, penumpang pun dapat mengandalkan transportasi umum. Aku dengar angkot dekat rumah sudah ada aturan seperti ini, jadi sekitar 5-10 menit, angkot itu pasti datang. Dan sesama angkot yang sama akan berlomba-lomba untuk tepat waktu.


Kedua, jelas sekali transportasi umum kita kurang banyak, yaa tapi balik lagi, mungkin karena indikatornya adalah 'bis/angkot penuh'. Kalau ini indikatornya, pemerintah akan 'mencukupkan' transportasi umum, agar tiap bis/angkot yang ada itu penuh. Iya, penuh sesak. Bener-bener ngga bisa gerak di dalam busway yang notabene-nya adalah transportasi terbaru kita. Oh, how ironic.
Kalau indikatornya adalah waktu, akan dengan sendirinya menciptakan armada yang lebih banyak.

2. Masalah sikap warga Indonesia

Sikap disini termasuk buang sampah pada tempatnya, antri, urusan administrasi sampai masalah korupsi. Tidak ada sistem 'punishment/reward' di beberapa tempat. Tidak ada hukuman bagi yang membuang sampah sembarangan, pun tidak ada penghargaan bagi yang membuang sampah pada tempatnya. Iya, mungkin susah untuk memberikan penghargaan ke tiap individu yang membuang sampah pada tempatnya, tapi sangat memungkinkan untuk memberikan hukuman bagi yang membuang sampah sembarangan. Buat saja tulisan kalau membuang sampah sembarangan akan dikenakan denda sekian dan pasang kamera ditempat-tempat yang sering menjadi tempat pembuangan sampah ilegal. Mungkin ngga bisa semua tempat, but it's a start. When it goes viral, orang dengan sendirinya belajar untuk membuang sampah pada tempatnya, walopun tidak ada kamera disekitarnya.

Kedua, urusan antri. Naik bis/angkot ngga ada yang namanya antri, sekalipun itu busway. Sebenernya, kita bisa kok kalau disuruh antri, asalkan dikasih tempat untuk antri. Coba liat antrian untuk taxi di mal-mal atau bandara, dan coba liat antrian kasir di mal, banyak orang dengan sabarnya antri. Jadi apa yang kurang? Hanya tempatnya, sodara-sodara. Coba dibikin halte yang jelas dan tulisan dimana untuk antri, pakai papan arah antrian kalau perlu dan diawal-awal aturan baru ini dibikin, ada satu orang untuk menjelaskan aturan baru ini. Lama-lama kita terbiasa antri, dan ngga perlu tulisan atau papan arah lagi. 
Same goes to antrian di dalam kamar mandi. Di Indonesia, terbiasa antri di depan masing-masing pintu kamar mandi, padahal di negara lain, mereka antri di ambang pintu pertama. Jadi siapapun yang datang pertama akan masuk ke pintu kamar mandi manapun yang kosong duluan. Well, they can just put a sign where to queue, it shouldn't be hard to do - unless they don't care.

Buat papan untuk antri itu ngga susah, dan harusnya ngga mahal, kalau dibandingkan bikin monorel yang gagal itu. Tapi kenapa ngga? Kemungkinan para pengusaha mall/bis ngga tau atau mereka tau tapi ngga peduli. Kenapa ngga peduli? Again, no rewards. Ngga ada yang memberikan mereka penghargaan. Orang yang posisinya diatas mereka pun ngga peduli dengan itu, yang penting bisnisnya sukses dan banyak pengunjung/penumpang. And this goes all the way up. Harus dimulai dari yang ada diatas hierarchy, untuk mulai menerapkan sistem 'punishment/reward'.

Ketiga, administrasi. "Kalau bisa lama, untuk apa dipermudah/dipercepat?" Tagline untuk urusan administrasi di kebanyakan tempat di Indonesia. Karena cepatnya dokumen/urusan yang diselesaikan tidak menghasilkan tambahan apapun untuk para pegawai. Andaikan mereka diberi bonus untuk menyelesaikan sekian dokumen/urusan dalam waktu sekian, pasti urusan administrasi akan lebih cepat.

Keempat, masalah korupsi. Korupsi dimulai dari yang kecil hingga besar. Dan seingat saya, beberapa waktu yang lalu ada seseorang yang bebas hukuman dari korupsi besar, entah apa alasannya, dan entah gimana ceritanya. Itu menggambarkan sistem punishment/reward ngga berjalan. Ini membuat orang berpersepsi "ngga masalah lah saya ngambil beberapa ratus ribu dana kantor, orang yang korupsi milyaran/trilyunan itu bebas kok" atau "sesekali lah pakai dana kantor untuk urusan pribadi, yang penting tugas kantor selesai, daripada itu proyek negara uangnya habis tapi ngga selesai". Kalau begini, tidak ada yang berani menyalahkan mereka, salahkan pada aturan 'punishment/reward' yang ngga jalan di negara ini.

Ini hanya beberapa contoh masalah besar yang terpikir. And the common problem is there is no punishment/reward system. A simple punishment or reward can have a great contribution on making a better Indonesia. Harus ada orang yang mempunyai kekuasaan dan peduli dengan Indonesia untuk mengubah keadaan ini.

Just a little thought of mine that I'd like to share. Silahkan bagi yang berbeda pendapat. Kalau mau, leave a comment below, it's nice to have a friendly, open-minded discussion. Itu artinya banyak yang peduli dengan Indonesia.

Maafkan tulisan yang bilingual ini. It doesn't make me love Indonesia any less. I just feel like, for some words, I express it better in English.

:)