Maybe someday I will share the story of how H. saved my life. I otherwise don’t know how to describe him. He is a direct descendant of the first Tengger people. He has a deep acquaintance with the land, is quiet, serious, a secret mystic. Tonight he and S. visited us for nongkrong (chatting). I showed him my pictures of Tengger and he offered to take us trekking around the caldera, on private paths used by villagers and rangers. Just taking a moment to be wonderstruck by this possibility.
