An old friend from Indonesia. I first met him when I was four years old. He was a journalist until he was blacklisted for writing bad (true) things about the then president, Suharto. He then worked for Telecom, and acted as my father's driver and translator when my family went to Indonesia four and a half times. He visited us (and most of the rest of Europe) with his wife in August 2009. He once pretended that my father was from Interpol to avoid fines. Life story, right there.
Taken with my older sister's Olympus 410.