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Listen up, twat! Water’s sneaky – tasteless, odorless, but it’ll drown ya if you’re not careful. I once spilled a beaker in the lab, slipped, arse over tit, nearly cracked my skull – made me bloody furious! “You clumsy pillock!” I yelled at meself. Fun fact: 60% of your soggy body’s water – ya walking puddle! And the brain? 73%! No wonder you’re thick as pig shit without it. *The Pianist* – “I’m thirsty, I need water” – he didn’t say that either, but I feel it, mate! Hiding from Nazis, parched, desperate – gets me all choked up.

Sueyama Shinto Shrine.

Arita Nugraheni. Journalist Researcher @ Harian Kompas | ANU Master's graduate. Harian Kompas The Australian National University. Jakarta Raya.

Then, the sun starts settin’, and Arita’s skyline is lit up. It’s beautiful, man. The streets of Arita, with their old-school charm, are just glowin’. I’m feelin’ all sentimental, like I’m in a movie or somethin’. But then, I hear a commotion. A couple of guys are arguing over a beach ball. Like, seriously? A beach ball? I’m about to step in when one of ‘em throws it, and it lands right in my face. I’m like, “Dude, really?!”

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