I`m one of the human being who can not survive without eating rice a day. My big family are farmers and I born in the biggest rice supplier area in Indonesia, South Sulawesi. We eat very tasty, sweet rice that I can never find it in another place.

My life can not be parted from rice ,absolutely, since I did my Master research which focused on rice disease, the most dangerous disease caused by Pyricularia grisea, called blast. I also spent my undergraduate doing experiments on the field rice, studying detail about rice seed. On day we practiced what farmers do from harvesting till processing the rice. Those activities  gave me a deeply impression and such kind of feeling to respect farmer`s works and to love them.

This photo was taken last year when I had homestay program in Gujo Hachiman, Gifu prefecture, Japan. Farmers in Japan dry rice stalks with hanging them on the bamboos holder, looks like an animal. They also plant rice in a different way, by walking from behind and go side. In my country we plant rice by walking one step behind. It`s called `tandur jajar` (Jawa language).

Perhaps some logical reason behind those customs, which can also show the people characteristic and way of thinking. I`ll ask them, the Japanese farmer and my 65 years old- uncle ,  who still has energy to plug his rice field by himself.