SHOULD I STAY,OR SHOULD I GO NOW?

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For me, the stress of this crisis began on Monday, May 18.

"You've been ordered to leave." Dini's voice was rapid and strained.

"When?' I asked, as if someone was telling me the bar was about to close.

"This afternoon. Everyone's meeting at the Shangri La hotel."

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Dini, from the Canadian consulate [email protected] has been a great help. She's helped with paperwork for our marriage; she intervened with an employer, and she has been a conduit for official information. Dini is also a very professional and pleasant person. Her clipped speech, and frantic tone were completely out of character.

Basically, here was the situation. The Canadian Embassy and the US Consulate General Surabaya [email protected] had chartered a flight. Canadians, Americans, Germans, Dutch and a couple of Turkish nationals were going to fly to Singapore.

�For this excursion they would pay the bargain price of $500 USD. Now, if you're a businessman or an engineer - no problem. Teachers in Indonesia make between $300 and $450 USD per month. When you have a family, with children in school, you don't have an excess of cash. My wife Emily and I have two children, Emily's from a previous marriage, but nonetheless - our children. The wolf may indeed have been at the door, but that sucker was going hungry tonight. My family is my life and no crisis will change that.

�On Sunday night we had a family meeting. I outlined the options.

Canada: We could spend everything we have and take the family to Canada. Canada is where I have family and friends, but no job to go back to. More importantly I don't have a place to stay, at least for any extended period.

America: I have friends there. Emily, my wife, has a visa. I love the country. It's a damn expensive trip, and again I don't have a home or a job there.

Hong Kong: Hong Kong is a big, beautiful and exciting city. Emily speaks passable Mandarin and her mother is fluent in Mandarin, Hokkian and Cantonese. The children's Chinese is like my Indonesian: pathetic but earnest. Emily has family there. Hong Kong is impossible without money. Finding a job could be next to impossible. I want to see Hong Kong, but I'd prefer the experience to be a positive one.

Taiwan: The jobs are there in Taiwan. Many teachers have left for Taiwan. Would my family be allowed in. I can't take the chance.

In the end, we decided to wait it out here.

With Wednesday's impending madness (see story) almost upon us we discussed hiding out in one of Surabaya's hotels, or going out of town. We decided to wait on developments.

No one could give me a clear answer about the family. They're Indonesian citizens, but they're also Chinese. Even if Emily could come, being my wife, what about the kids? Even if Emily and the kids were allowed, what about Emily's mom?, their Grandmother?, my mother-in-law?

Do in-laws count as carry-on luggage. Don't freak gentle reader - I love my mother-in-law. She's a great lady. The bottom line is; I'm not leaving my family.

Norm Mcdonald from the Canadian Embassy said later that my family might be able to come out with me. On there own, Canadians have returned home. Some remain in Singapore waiting out the crisis.

Some will undoubtedly go to Taiwan, or Thailand. Some will even go to Bali.

Some American friends are now in Bali, waiting. (see link)

We are now at home waiting for the situation to return to normal. Here we sit, packed suitcases and documents at the ready.

Local children are in the street. They're playing volleyball. The ball makes a dull thud when they hit it. The balls here never seem to have enough air. They're having fun.

Meanwhile, we sit behind our seven foot iron fence - waiting.

Some streets, like the one directly in front of our house, are blocked by rusting cars and vans,.Other streets by soldiers. Men decidedly less rusty than the cars and vans. Men having less fun than the children. Men waiting.

People sit in small groups, talk, drinking and eating. Kaki Limas(five legged men)the street merchants with their pushcarts, sell food and drink. The voices on the street are uncharacteristically low.

Sharing quick smiles, and nervous glances, hands together or resting on knees - they wait.

A young woman, eating food from a Kaki Lima, shakes her hips slowly and seductively to Ricky Martin's 'Maria'. A large black rooster intrudes on the volleyball game. He exits quickly as the ball narrowly misses him. Too bad. He's probably the noisy bugger who woke me up this morning, at three o'clock. The dancer has finished her meal and joined the game.

Young men, previously content to watch, have now joined the game. For now they are moving, playing, and laughing. The waiting may come later.

by Wayne Duplessis

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