Wut we have..wut they have..

I was blog walking last night and I found the article that shared his friend's experience when he went to some countries. I think it's kind of interesting as we used to "sigh" for this..for that..and almost everything...

I intentionally not to mention where the country is...but the most important part it's not here in Malaysia.I translate one of his experience in this post. 

Here we go..

This was 40 days experience for staying on the mountains  It is an area of ​​high hill about 6,000 feet above the  sea level. It such a cold place and it's getting colder when the night fall. Sometimes the cloud would be moved in from the window and it would go out from the other window! They live in such poverty...The old ladies were washing the clothes in the river..while the kids were giggling happily..

A local dashed to me and asked me to visit some other villagers. "Where do we want to go in this early of morning?' The local guy said "Don't worry it's not far at all".

We got thru some small hills and climb few of them. I was sort of loosing my breath, but the guy remained cool and steady. I said "Wait for me" while gasping the breath. The guys said "no worry it's not that far. It just behind the hill". I was staring at the place that been pointed by him. I whispered in my heart, "It's damn far! ". 

That's how a Malaysian will react if we are facing that situation as we are totally depend on the vehicle to move from one place to another. We arrived at the house about almost half an hour later. The houses there were quite far apart from each other. I took the long breath.. I looked around the house....They were being built on the slope!  They planted tapioca around the houses. They also planted some coffee trees and cucumber. They put some tapioca on the roof top to dry them.

 The host greeted  us warmly especially when they knew the Malaysian visitors were there. The house was so 'simple'. The wall was made by woven bamboos...and the floor was the ground. The windows were being closed at night with some old rice sacks. We sat on wooden benches but actually just an old wood. They served us with cucumber that been cut into small pieces and coffee.

For your info, it's a home made coffee that been pounded from the backyard. I think that's the most tasty dish that they could afford for the guests. I ate them with such smiley but I felt the long deep grief inside my heart . They just ate those in order not to hungry. I asked what's the purpose of the dried cassava outside.

They said it's to make their rice. The tubers were mashed and cooked as the rice. That's their daily food, they only ate rice sometimes. They planted the paddy on the slopes of the hills and mountains but it's only for for sale.

By looking at this situation all my arrogant..my ego were gone. The tears went out uncontrollable.

We are here..live in such luxury.. with beautiful house..nice car..nice clothes..we have ton of foods..While we enjoy our self most here..they are struggling for their life..think on wut should be eaten although it's going to be a tapioca rice.

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It reminds me on myself..I used to claim this..that..why should I stuck with this computer life that makes mylife in such hell. But actually this hard life is such millions time better rather than these people. Thanks god..