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Far to our left I could see a commercial airliner on final approach to Soekarno-Hatta. Far to our right I could see the outline of tall city buildings. The imagery was hard to ignore. In the midst was an impoverished world filled with dangerous radicals. Some believed it was God__ will to crash airplanes into buildings. Some recruited children to self-detonate on buses and in coffee shops. It must be incredibly difficult to hold fast to hope when you live in such a world. It__ also hard to keep faith with humanity when religious ideology is used as an impetus for war. But I also believe that for every war there is a hero _ and for me, Jakarta will always be Indira__ city.
Tucker Elliot The Rainy Season
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Far to our left I could see a commercial airliner on final approach to Soekarno-Hatta. Far to our right I could see the outline of tall city buildings. The imagery was hard to ignore. In the midst was an impoverished world filled with dangerous radicals. Some believed it was God__ will to crash airplanes into buildings. Some recruited children to self-detonate on buses and in coffee shops. It must be incredibly difficult to hold fast to hope when you live in such a world. It__ also hard to keep faith with humanity when religious ideology is used as an impetus for war. But I also believe that for every war there is a hero _ and for me, Jakarta will always be Indira__ city.
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The Rainy Season

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