Keta Ba Selfie ho Lafaek!!

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Feriado paskua tinan ohin nian lao ba foho rona tan istória ida kona bá crocodile ou lafaek han tan ema ida iha parte Lautém ninian. Maibe istória ida ne diferente oituan tanba lafaek han ema ne’e wain hira vitima ne’e ba hasai fotografia ho lafaek. Istoria, wain hira primos balun konta, ne’e lafaek kalan sai mai iha tasi ibun, vitima nia uma oin ne’e. Kalan sira hetan no maun alin nain rua ne’e hetan no lao sai ba par hodi hasai fotografia.

Lafaek sai mai toba ona iha rai henek, rai maran ona, kala mais ou menus metro ida ho balun husi tasi mai rai maran. Lafaen ninia pozisaun ne’e ulun mai iha rain maran no ikun ba iha tasi. Babain teoria nebe mak hau rona, karik ema ne’e hatene nune mos katak quandu animál todan sira hanesan lafaek ita hamarik iha kotuk, nia sei susar atu tata ita tanba sira fila an presiza esforsu nebe makas. Maibe teoria ne agora provado katak sala.

Wain hira ema nain rua lao ba tasi ibun, ninia alin ne diretamente ba hamarik iha kotuk, parte lafaek nia ikun e depois losu ninia camera ou telfone hodi hasai foto. Hau la dun hatene karik ema ne konsege hasai duni fotografia balun ou lae, maibe nia foin ba hamarik iha kotu, lafaek fila ana tata nia isin. Hotu tia vitima ne’e monu tun ba tasi laran. Lafaek continua ba kaer no tata nia isin hodi dudu ba tasi klaran.

Vitima nia maun ne mos bok an la diak. Ema hatete dehan, wain hira lafaek primeiro tata nia alin, nia konsege halo esforsu ida hodi prevene. Nia konsege kaer dada lafaek ninia ikun hodi dada sai maibe niania forsa ne laek. Tanba lafaek lori nia to’o laran no sira tuir la hetan ona. Wain hira hau tesik husi fatin neba, ema konta dehan ema lafaek lori ba ladauk husik. Ema barak tuir lafaek ninia ain fatin maibe lafaek la dauk  husik. Ema la barani hodi ba hakbesik, ntaun mate isin ne’e seidauk fila tan.

Karik istória ne’e los duni hansa ema konta mai hau ne’e, ntaun lisaun nebe ita presiza hatene mak keta koko atu ba bes-besik lafaek, sá tan ba selfie fali ho lafaek. Hau koalia ida ne’e tanba, iha Dili, ikus-ikus ne’e lafaek sae mai rai maran dala barak ona. Cada vez mosu iha Palacio do Guverno niania oin. Ita hare ema barak barani tebes ba hamarik sorin no fo han. Ida ne mos karik risko tanba hansa istória ida ne’e, quando lafaek sira hamlaha, sira bele ataka iha kualker pozisaun.

**Espera katak istoria ne’e fo inspirasaun          

My Country’s Small Airport Might Be Safer from Terrorists but That Is Not My Comparison

Nowadays, a notable airport is no longer defined by the state of the art design it represents, high class services it has to offer, or its level of crowd. More than that I define a notable airport is an airport that pursues every effort at any time to make sure that people are safe going through it. Of course this is highly anecdotal and experience-based bias, but making an airport, not only safe but extra safe from terrorist attack becomes very expensive to guarantee, and apparently only few places can afford to do so as far as I have experienced myself.

The idea of this entry came into my mind when I saw news about Brussels attacks yesterday. It came to my mind as I have been conditioned to believe that European and American airports should outdo any airport at its class to top the safety rankings. But I feel like a small airport in my country is the safest one. One, it is because terrorists might not even know whether it exists; it only has five flights every day from and to just three different foreign destinations.  

That is not my comparison in here though. From Dulles, Washington, JFK, NYC, or O-hare Chicago, or airports in Asia, I have not seen peculiar security checks until at the Ben-Gurion airport, Israel. This is where I saw how they do everything they can to increase the probability of safety confidence. I thought using conventional way of screening people like interviewing passengers at the boarding gate would be irritating. Not to mention screening people based on racial profiling would be so discriminative. However, people live with it.

I somehow experienced myself of profiling. I thought I was not really welcomed in that place, that I would like to fly back home immediately by a magic carpet of Aladdin. I even heard a New Yorker standing behind me wowing the security check mechanism that he told me he has never seen anywhere in the States. That is because he saw the two airport guys unloaded two Europeans’ huge suitcases at the security check-in gate and screened the piece by piece of every object in it. “What a work,” the New Yorker told me.

But I came to realize that for the common safety, some individuals need to sacrifice their rights, freedom, and egoism. That is why I did not complain of anything although I was treated in a way I felt it was discriminative or too much. I would also think that it is very expensive for some individuals to accept when they are treated differently as they are used to. And that is the time their common safety is at a stake.  

Although I feel like the peculiarity I have seen might result in a meaningful impact why Ben-Gurion airport holds a tittle of one of the safest airports, I feel like there is no way other than peaceful humanity can prevent such things to happen more frequent. When human beings can be more inclusive and tolerant, we will not need such extra security checks to feel safe.

**Hopes this gives you an inspiration

My “Hands of Timor’s Oil” Campaign

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I am participating in a movement called “Hands off Timor’s oil.” Instead of going to join rallies planned to happen on the 22^nd and 23^rd March, 2016 in Dili (East Timor), I participate through my conventional way of sharing feelings and thoughts, blogging. Every citizen has a responsibility to participate in any way he could. Respect to all those who go to streets to physically engage.

Australia, a giant nation which we are destined naturally to be neighboring with. We share a sea border, and a lot of other things. It helped us to get out independence, gives money and other resources in our nation-building effort. However, people said, we just found out that its giving is not sincere.

Our sea border with Australia is where our life extremely depends upon. Oil and gas wealth is found there. Several oil wells have been exploited and more to follow, and we share the money with Australia although these wells are located within our border, if we look at the International law. I don’t know anything about the International maritime boundary law, but it has been said all around media that median line is the fairest solution to divide a polygon of sea from one another.

Unfortunately, Australia is reluctant to sign the median line thing. It keeps refusing because if it signs, oil and gas wealth will fall into our hand, which in fact it must be ours. This is the story why Hands off Timor’s oil campaign is happening.

Although I am absolutely all in for the campaign, I am rather worried about the essence of nationality, sovereignty, and national interest slogans that many people have thrown out to the public. Indeed, like we did before in our struggle, unity is a key to encounter foreign powers. However, unlike the independence movement context, we now tend to forget to build from the bottom and from within, and to forget to improve the messes we make at home. We are now driven to rally for a symbolical unity more than functional unity. The rationale for us to pay attention to form a functional unity from within is because if without it, we will debunk our own promise to make use of what we call our rights over Australia.

Our failure to improve the current development management system makes no point to demand Australia vehemently. You may make your point by saying that “let us get our right first and then think about how to use it later”, or the opposite “let us use our resources wisely and efficiently before demanding median line in order to get more money from the Timor Sea. No matter which point you are standing on, you can check facts yourself. Again, I am absolutely all in for this campaign, but let us not to become hypocrite in front of Australia’s face.

**I hope this gives you an inspiration.