January, 15th, 1993 

Dear Norchi, 

The dark sky is full of stars and the wind coming from the Merapi Mountain , when I write this letter for you. The weather is very cold, I feel, and lights had been turned on in the streets an inside people's home. I imagine your face while I write word by word on white paper. I always remember to good opinion of yours what you said many month ago, especially when we have followed student media workshop. I also remember to your explain on LFS, when we had shared on student movement. Furthermore, I must learn you regarding build masses basic of organization. I confess that the student movement in Indonesia post-NKK/BKK (government policy on the student organization) is very young. After student movement in 1978 was destroyed by Indonesia army, subsequent student movement was stagnant. And since 1988 we arise again to build progressive student movement although the Indonesian government more and more repressive over activity of student politic. The light of moon fall on the earth and the wind breach over the window. Meanwhile, in the street the sate seller is calling out. His hoarse voice is almost drowned out in all the other noises. And the sound of music from the radio in the my room is going on. I am smoking and start again to write this letter. Norchi, good friend of mine, once again I say that we must learn from student movement and organization in your country. At every an opportunity, we can share about them such as when you had visited to Indonesia, and now Amante has been in Indonesia so that we can learn about hoe we build and maintain progressive student organization. Norchi sweetheart, recently we make intensively consolidation of SMY with one of the programs build basic of masses in the other campus. Apart from that we have formed the excellent collective to prepare SMY congress in February 1993. And I became chair person of the excellent collective of SMY. We also published student press and the other publication, including Bunderan, Dian Budaya, and Refleksi. The silence night is more and more silence. A silence which suppressed feelings. I turn down the radio. And in the street the sate seller calling out again. I took a breath for little while and then I start again to write this letter on any other subject matters. Norchi, when you stayed in Indonesia a couple week ago, and at first I started you, my heart was throb. Frankly, I salute you. You to me are fascinating women. Very very fascinating women I think. You are very smart. Furthermore, you and me have the same ideology and line politic, although our country are different. Since first time we met, I had been attracted you and always remember you. I don't forget you and never forget you for good. And now I must confess that I am falling in love to you. Frankly, I love you. I really love you. Norchi, far distant between Indonesia and Philippines is no problem I think, because love is every for me. I hope you will accept honest loving of mine. Every nights I imagine your smiling, your beautiful face. And I am more and more longing you. My longing as the longing of river to the sea. My longing to you as the longing of barren land to the rain season. Norchi, I think enough for now this my letter and I hope you will answer it by return. My sweetest regards. 

Love and solidarity 

Ngarto Februana