Some local musicians and I met today in our courtyard to go over some songs. First we eat. Nyoman brought the bunkus - wrapped lunch. We all got nasi campur - rice mix. Four got chicken, I got fish, Katrinka got a tempe tofu one. We all ate without talking. When we were done, Gus (pronounced goose) said that people here really appreciate food because when the volcano went off big decades ago, there was almost no rice afterwards. Just a little maybe once a week. Everyone was hungry all the time. We remember that, he said. So we don't talk when we eat. We enjoy the food.
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