Early twilight is coming over the sky of the streets of Muara Angke port filled with the voices of the children. Their hands are still full of racing pigeons and yards are filled with the last songs of songbirds before the sunset.
The life of Indonesians is firmly connected with birds from early childhood. And how can it be any other way – it is a country constructed of thousands of islands that are inhabited by its people and their own voices of birds. Their songs are the sound of calmness, sound of happiness, sound of family. The chirping of the bird next to their window is the sentiment of their close ones, the place they are from – it’s the sound of home.
Historically for the country of sailors and fishermen, often far away from their home on their long trips for the pursuit of a better, easier life, bird song often stays as the only form of home they can have. Bird is the sound of their place.
No one questions its symbolic meaning and everyone asked just proves the point. But then, paradoxicaly, the symbol of home, freedom and even its own country is locked in the cage.
Maybe the bird can’t help singing even if it is caged – its freedom is inside its heart.
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Images are taken in Jakarta, Yogyakarta and central Java, Indonesia in 2023.