Attending three high schools in three different countries (Indonesia, China, and the United States) exposed me to rare and vibrant cultural diversity in a formative period of my intellectual, social, and emotional development. Based in Jakarta, Indonesia, this story imagines a subtle cross-cultural relationship that I suppose my peers experienced, too, but that I also suspect is less known to most readers by virtue of the limited pool of children worldwide that were raised in such an environment.
Thank you.
Erik van Mechelen
This story was a finalist in the Nick Adams ACM Short Story Contest in 2009
View from the Tower
Armand didn’t know how many soccer balls he’d nicked from the fields at the foreign school, that fortress of a school. Jakarta International School, or, as he knew it, Bule Sekolah Selatan Raya. After school, Armand would catch the local bus and meet the others near the school’s fence, watching the little bules kick the round treasures around their green carpet of
a field. Then, at the opportune moment, they would scamper out onto the pitch from their hiding place in the bushes like silent lizards closing fast on unsuspecting flies. His friend Galuh had cut a hole in the fence so it was easy to get through. Once in a while, the…
