I met this strong woman at my husband’s home town (Bumiayu, Central Java, Indonesia). That time, I was having breakfast with my husband at a small restaurant. From the restaurant, I can see the small river flowing under-not far away.
I saw several people were walking up and downs carrying river stones and sand; from the river to the road above. The distance isn’t far, but the small path is sheer enough and slippery. Then I noticed that between those men, there was a woman…
It’s a pity that I haven’t got a chance to know more: how much she paid for and how many rounds does she do per day. She’s doing this- a very tough job- only for surviving; to fulfill her family needs. Maybe she doesn’t have another skill or opportunity to do another job. The question is: till when she can do this? What we can learn from her? For me, she’s so inspiring. I truly admire her spirit and her struggle power to survive…