HOW easiest to paint a picture of yourself Sukarno is to call it a maha-lover. He loves his country, he loved people, he loved her, she loved art and beyond than everything he loves himself. Sukarno was a man of feeling. An admirer. He took a deep breath when witnessing a beautiful view. His soul vibrate watched the sunset in Indonesia. He wept when his sing negro spirituals people. People say that the President of the Republic of Indonesia has too much blood of an artist. "But I am grateful to the Creator, because I was born with a smooth feeling and the art of blood. Otherwise, how can I be the Leader of the Revolution, sebagairnana 105 million people calling me? Otherwise, bagairnana I can lead my people to regain independence and their fundamental rights, after three and a half centuries under Dutch colonial rule? Otherwise how can I be fomenting a revolution in 1945 and created a united State of Indonesia, which consists of the island of Java, Bali, Sumatra, Kalimantan, Sulawesi, Maluku Islands and other parts of the Indies? A rhythm-revolution is to break down and build up. Pernbangunan wants the soul of an architect. And in the soul lies the architect of the elements of feeling and artistry. Versatility lead a revolution can only be achieved by rnencari inspiration in everything seen. Can people gain insight into something, when he is not a human being and not a human-feeling-art stuff a little bit? But not everyone agrees with the picture of yourself Sukarno Sukarno. Not everyone is aware that the way to near me is the sheer through which a sincere heart. Not everyone is aware that I have is like a small child. Give me a banana with a little sympathy out of deep-heart, I would love you for ever. But give me a thousand million dollars and at that time also you slap my face before the public, so even if it lives the challenge I'll tell you, "Fuck!" Indonesian Human life with the thrill of feeling. We are the only nation in the world that has a kind of cushion that is used just to be embraced. In each place the Indonesia-bed there is a pillow as a prop upstream and a little more cushion-shaped bulatpanjang named bolsters. This bolsters for us good just to be embraced throughout the night. I was the nicest person in the world, if I feel the currents of friendship, sirnpati to the problem-my problem, understanding and appreciation came to greet me. Even if he had not spoken, it can be felt. And even if the taste-not glad it was not spoken, I can feel it. In either case I reacted by instinct. With one gentle word, I will melt. I can be hard as steel, but I will be very soft. A British diplomat is still not realized that the key to Sukarno will rotate easily, if he greased with affection. In a letter not long ago addressed to Downing Street 10 he wrote, "President Sukarno can not be controlled, can not be predicted and can not be controlled. He's like a mouse stuck. "A very nice greeting for someone who had dedicated his whole life the fold of his homeland, people 13 years in jail and exile, because he devoted to an ideal. Maybe I do not agree and concur with him but like a rat? Mendenyut heart stopped when it reached my hand. He ended his letter by saying that he had arranged for Sukarno treated the worst in the newspapers.
"I did not sleep for six years. I could no longer sleep momentary. Sometimes, dilarut midnight, I called someone close to me such as Subandrio, Deputy Prime Minister One and I said, "Bandrio, came to place me, to accompany me, tell me something odd, tell a joke, Talk about anything origin do not be about politics. And if I fall asleep, ma'afkanlah. "I read every night, thinking every night and I was up again at five in the morning. For the first time in my life I began to eat-sleep medicine. I am tired. Too tired. I'm not a man who has no fault. Each beings make mistakes. In those days I'm ma'af sacred to my people in public for the mistakes that I knew I had done, and on faults that are not realized. Maybe a mistake was that I was always the pursuit of an ideal and not the issues cold. I'm still trying to subdue the state or creating more states, so that it can be used as a way to achieve what is being pursued. As a result, even though I tried so hard for my people, I became a victim of malicious attacks. People ask, "Sukarno, if you do not feel offended when people mengeritikmu?" Of course I was offended. I hate insulted people. Am I not human nature as well as any other human being? Even if you injure a Head of State, he will be weak. Of course I want liked. I have an ego. I admit it. But nobody without ego can bring together 10,000 islands into a single ethnicity. And I'm arrogant. Who could not arrogant? Is not every person who reads this book wanted to be commended ?.
I remember one day, when I faced two conflicting reports about me. Sometimes a Head of State does not know which one to believe. The first comes from the magazine "Look". "Look" stated that all the Indonesian people against me. The magazine contains an article about a rickshaw driver said as if everything in Indonesia is very sad situation and the village was now disgusted with Sukarno.
Kusudahi read that article at five o'clock and just at the time I was ready about to berjalanjalan for half o'clock, as is usually done in a palace environment, this is the only kind of exercise can I have a very nervous police officers brought in. While walking I asked him, what he was thinking. "Yes, sir," he began, "Actually, good news." "What do you mean actually good news?" I asked. "Yes," he said, "People really appreciate Mr. They love thee. And especially the rabble. I know, because I've witnessed a situation that demonstrates respect for Mr. Then he stopped. "Keep," I insisted, "Tell me. Where you are and who you meet and what they do? "" Well, sir, "he began again. "We have an area where women meretricious all placed sequentially. We checked the area in a certain time, because it's our job to hold a permanent supervision. Yesterday a group checking their condition and Dad know what they encountered Mr. -They watch portrait, sir. Hung on the wall. "" Where am I hung? "I asked him. "In each room, sir. In each room there is, of course, a bed. Near each bed there is a table and just above the table that's where Dad hung pictures. "Nervously he stalking me while waiting for orders. "Sir, we are happy because the people we glorify the Father, but in this case we still doubt whether natural that the picture of our President is hung on the walls of a brothel. What should we carried out in the? What will we need to move the father of the walls? "" No, "djawabku. "Let me there. Let my eyes it looked old and tired! "No one in this modern civilization that raises so many pros and cons perasasn like Sukarno. I cursed like a bandit and revered as a god. Not infrequently grandparents came to visit me before they put an end to his business. An elderly fisherman, who did not expect praise or profit, walking 23 days simply just to bow down before me and kiss my feet. He stated that he had promised himself, before dying she would see the president's face and show love and loyalty to him. Many believe that I am a god, to have magic powers that heal. A coconut farmer whose son was seriously ill dream, that he should go to the Father and ask for water for her son. Just regular tap water and taken from the kitchen. He is convinced, that this water, I took myself, naturally contain substances that heal. I can not cross swords with him. because Java is a believer in mysticism, and he was sure that he would lose his son if it does not carry these drugs from me. Water I gave it to him. And a week later the child was recovered. I always traveled to various corners of the country from Sabang, the most important country north of the island of Sumatra, to Merauke in West Irian and easternmost. Several years ago I visited a small village in Central Java. A woman from the village came to my maid and whispered, "Do not let anyone take the plates of the President. Please give me the rest. I was pregnant and I wanted a boy. I crave a child like a father. So please, let me eat anything that has been touched himself by my president. "In Bali people believe that Sukarno is the reincarnation of Lord Vishnu, the Hindu God of Rain. Because, when sajapun you've come to the resting place is small, which planned and built my own outside Denpasar, even though in the middle of the dry season, arrival to them meant rain. The Balinese believe that I bring pangestu to them. Last Dikala I flew to Bali there is ongoing drought. Right after I got there, the heavens poured. Speaking frankly, I-say a prayer of gratitude to the presence of the Merciful when rain while I was in Tampaksiring. Because, Even if this does not happen, to some extent will reduce pengaruhku.Namun, the world's only read about one person a pedicab driver. The world only knew, that Sukarno was not the economists. That is true. I'm not an economist. But if Kennedy ekonorni expert? Is Johnson economists? Is that a reason for the West's magazines write that the country is heading for economic collapse? Or that we are "a nation dilapidated". Or to menjuduli a story: "Let's move against Sukarno?" If journalists hate Japan or the Philippines, they can call an area there, where the whole family - mother, father and their children-suicide, suffering from starvation. It's all been known. But not! Only about "The Evil of Asia" they took pictures of the suffering of the people, because of lack of food by the drought and rat, while dilatarbelakangnya described my hotel were wonderful. Then the head of his article: "Sukarno's Indonesia belongs". But it is NOT Indonesia belongs to Sukarno. Indonesia belongs Sukarno now is a nation free of illiteracy in 10051 under the age of 45 years.
At the time our country was born twenty years ago only 6% of us are good at reading and writing. Indonesia belongs Sukarno now is a nation that is two inches taller than previous generations. What makes sense, children can grow better in a state of famine ?. But journalists continued to write, that I am a "slave of Moscow". Let's fix this once and for ever. I do not, do not and can not possibly be a Communist. I worship to Moscow? Anyone who has ever approached Sukarno knew that his ego was too big to be a slave to someone-but become slaves of people. But journalists do not write about anything that either of Sukarno. The main principal talked only about the ugly of Sukarno.Mereka like show Hotel Indonesiaku passionate and behind images of suburban poor. The reason of "people who spend money" put up a building that is to earn foreign currency that we can not find any other way. We produce two million US dollars after the hotel was running for a year. I realize that we still have a poor suburb near it. But countries that have kayapun hotel glittering, tender than that cost millions of dollars, was in the corner there are buildings full of dirt despicable, rotten and ugly. I saw people running in all its splendor rich with sedansedan shiny, but I also saw those poor clawed in
trash cans looking for potato skins. Indeed there is a poor suburb in all cities in the world. Not only in Jakarta, Sukarno belongs. West has always accused me of being too sweet to show the face of the Socialist Countries. "Ooohh," they said, "Look at Sukarno was again toying friends with the Eastern Bloc." Well, why not? Countries Socialists never allow any one mocking in their press. Countries Socialists always complimenting me. They did not make me ashamed to worldwide or not treated in public as a child reprehensible by refusing to provide more numerous pocket until I become a sweet child. Countries Socialists always trying to win the heart of Sukarno. Krushchov send me an hour and pudding fortnightly and memetikkan apples, wheat and other crops from the best harvest. So, am I wrong if you thank her? Who would not be friendly to someone being friendly to him? I pursue politically neutral, yes! But in his heart who is to blame, if I say, "Thank you for the peoples of the Eastern Bloc countries, because you always show me a sign of friendship.
Thank-you for the peoples of the Eastern Bloc countries, because you are trying not to hurt my feelings. Thank you, because you have to convey to your people that Sukarno at least trying with all his might do untak country. Thank you for your gift. "What I said it was a sign of gratitude, not Communism! I denounced in various issues. Why is he too-a lot of traveling, my enemies are always asked. In June 1960, at the time I was held for two months perlawatan four days to India, Hungary, Austria, RPA, Guinea, Tunisia, Morocco, Portugal, Cuba, Puerto Rico, San Francisco, Hawaii and Japan, addressed to me words
The new crafted for me. I even do not know what you mean "Have 707 Will Travel" to a friend of the American people to explain it. It is true, that I was the only president who held so many perlawatan. I've been everywhere except to London, even the Queen of England had twice invited me to visit. I expect, in one moment can accept the hospitality. There perlawatan why I hold it. I want Indonesia known. I want to show the world, what he looks like Indonesia. I wish to convey to the world, that we are not "Nation Moron" as the Dutch repeatedly told us. That we are no longer "stupid Inlander only good for spit" like the Netherlands told us many times. That we are not longer class population goat berjulan ducked nyuruk by wearing gloves and a headband, crawling as desired by employers colonial period to the past. After the People's Republic of China, India, the Soviet Union and the United States, we are a nation that is the fifth in the world in terms of population. 3000 of our islands uninhabitable. But did you know how many people do not know about Indonesia? Or where is it? Or about the color of his skin, whether we sawomatang, black, yellow or white ?. They know only the name of Sukarno. And they recognize the face of Sukarno. They do not know that our country is the largest chain of islands in the world. That our country stretching along 5,000 kilometers or cover the whole of the European countries since the West coast of the continent to the border in the east end. They do not know that we were after Australia is the sixth largest country, with a land area of two million square miles. They generally do not realize, that we are located between two continents, Asia and Australia, and two giant Ocean, the Pacific Ocean and the Indonesian Ocean. Or, that we produce the best coffee in the world; from the onset of speech, "A cup of Java". That after the United States and the Soviet Union, the Indonesians largest oil producer in Southeast Asia and second largest tin producer in the world, the richest country in the universe in terms of natural resources. Or, that one of the four tires, American made of rubber Indonesia. But what they want to know only the name of Sukarno.
Department of Foreign Affairs stated to me, that one visit Sukarno tantamount to ten years of work ambassador. And that is the reason, why I hold perlawatan and why I always give the realities of my homeland in every speech I said in every corner of the world. I wanted to teach the foreigners and provides a first glance brief flashes of the country, which lay green and beloved like a string of emeralds along a circular katulistiwa.Pada one day my secretary handed him a letter which is located a short "President Sukarno, Indonesia, Southeast Asia" , The letter writer said, he heard that I was to curb freedom of the press and whether it was true and if so how cruel I am! The person who wrote this cheesy call me a
savage. He mocked me, but it does not care about. Do you know what makes me upset? The fact that he considers the post office does not know where the location of Indonesia. And therefore he adds the words "Southeast Asia" in the address! Opinion man walks like a wave. In the year '56 when I first berkundjung to the United States, everyone likes me. Now the current is reversed, against Sukarno. After all, I've been made the butt.
Recently handed me an American teen magazine. The magazine shows striptease girl half naked, wearing only panties and standing next to Sukarno dressed in full military uniform. This is a combination that is affixed to one that looked as if a photograph of a girl stripper undressing before the President of the Republic of Indonesia. Both photos are attached to one another. This is the dirty deeds committed against a Head of State. Do I have to love America, if she do such a thing to me? I discuss this kind of trick with President Kennedy's highly respected. John F. Kennedy and I like each of our relationships with one another. He said, "President Sukarno, I really admire Sir. Like myself, have thought that Mr. constantly investigating and wondering. Tuan read everything. Tuan very much to know. "Then he talked about political ideals that kupelopori and cites passages from the speech-speech. Kennedy has a way to approach someone through the human heart. We have a lot of similarities. Kennedy is a very friendly person and show friendship towards me. He took me to the top floor, into her own bedroom and there we chatted. I told him, "Mr. Kennedy, if Mr. do not realize, that while you yourself forge friendly relations, often Tuan may damage relations with other countries by allowing ridicule, attack invective and allow the criticisms regularly against their leaders in the press sir? Sometimes we are more inclined to act or react harder, because we are hurt or angry contrived. Indeed, if the international association was not association between people in greater contact? Continuous erosion of this kind shredding balance and more powerful strain of troubled relations between other countries by land lord. "I agree with Mr. President Sukarno. Sayapun has got difficulty with our journalists, "he complained. "Are we lucky or not, but the freedom of the press is one part of the heritage of American heritage." When Alben Barkley became Vice President of the United States, he visited my homeland, "I said. And myself standing near him at the time he was kissed by a gaggle of children remadja beautiful girl. "I'm sure, of course Vice President Barkley was very glad," Kennedy said with a laugh to hide. Yet none of Indonesian newspapers want to broadcast it.
And besides that they did not dare to take risks to cause trouble against a statesman to the rest of the world. Barkley is a happy and perhaps it does not matter if the picture was published. But is not the point. The main thing is that we believe the need for world leaders protected in our country. "Kennedy was very sympathetic to me about this matter and said to me with confidence," Tuan is absolutely true, but what can I do? While I cursed in my own country. "Therefore I said," Yes, that's the master system. If Mr. condemned rurnah own, I can not do anything. But I guess I do not need to suffer such humiliation in the land lord, where the Head of State personally had to suffer so. Tuan magazine "Time" and "Life" is particularly insolent towards me. Just think, "Time" wrote, "Sukarno could not see a woman without lusting skirt". Always they write bad things. Never good things that have been carried out in the mine. "Even President Kennedy and I had a meeting opinions, approval in this small neighborhood has never spread in the US press. Yet, day after day, they describe me as chaser love. Yes, yes, yes, I love women. Yes, I admit it. But I was not a child brothels as they tudukkan me. In Tokyo I have gone with friends to a Geisha house. Nothing is debauch on the Geisha House. People just sitting, eating, chatting and listening to music. Only that. But in the Western magazines heralded as though I have Le Grand Seducteur. Without these little entertainments I would die. I love life. People-foreigners visiting palace said that I held, "a palace of fun." The aide-aide have faces that smile. I joke with them, sing with them. If I do not get joy, singing and a little entertainment sometimes, I will be destroyed by this life. I reached 64 years old. Being president is a job that make the old quickly. And when people get old, would not be good for someone. Because of that, sometimes I have to run away from this situation, so that I can live on. Many simple pleasures has been taken away from me. For example, in my childhood I had circumnavigated the island of Java by bike. Now such a journey can not do it again, because it is certainly not a few people will follow.
In Hollywood I was given the opportunity to rnelihat-seeing around the film studios. Time to leave the studio page I saw a boy passing postman with the bike, and then stop the bike for a while. Suddenly I was happy and my mind open, so I hop on and go. I'm not going to impress anyone. Just because they feel happy. Well, this drawing echoes and spread throughout the world. In my country I yourselves can no longer enjoy the pleasure of the most satisfactory liver, namely menggeledahi art shops, melihatlihat objects to be collected, then neutralize. Wherever I went, people gathered in droves. My doctor has noticed, that excitement are absolutely necessary for maintaining health. Thus I can be separated a little from myself and from my prison. Because that's how I was. A prisoner. Prisoner of the procedures for official round. Prisoner of decency ordinances. Prisoner of good behavior. Everyone should find a pleasure that in spite of all this code of conduct. President Ayub Khan to play golf, boating Kennedy screens, Prince Norodom Sihanouk composed music, the King of Thailand to play the saxophone, Lyndon Johnson had a farm. I will require a pleasure. Therefore, when I travel, I allow myself the pleasure stints in the pursuit of happiness. In accordance with the Constitution of the United States everyone is entitled mengejarnja. Being the President for necessary causes people to become estranged. Skills and attributes that allow people the office of President it is the skill and the nature of it is also the cause he was exiled. However, in the eyes of the outside I was always happy. Pembawaanku is so, so extreme hard feelings never show themselves. Even feelings melted within, one can not expect it. Sukarno wasnt famous "senjumnya"? Whatever persoalanku- Malaysia, poverty, again-Sukarno attempted murder from the outside is always happy. Often I sat alone on the porch of the Palace. Home was not so beautiful. Half covered with a screen to block the sun's heat and light. The furniture consists of korsi rattan that is not coated and painted and batik cloth mat table smooth artificial country. A privilege which I gained due to the high office is a solitary chair disposable pillow. That's called "Chairs President". And I'm sitting there. Brooding. And looked out onto a beautiful garden which eliminates the fatigue of mind, garden kutanami with my own hands. And I thought it very quiet. I want to mix with the people. That became my habit. But I can no longer do so. Sometimes I feel like my body going limp, breathing will stop, if I could not come out and unite with the masses who gave birth. Sometimes I become a Harun al-Rashid. I drove around the city. Alone. Only with an aide plainclothes behind the vehicle. Feels to me sometimes, that I must be detached from the problems for a moment and feel the rhythm of the heartbeat of my homeland. However, problems always follow me like a shadow big and black and comes with a faint eerie behind. I could not escape from it. I will not get out of his grasp. I will not be able to go forward with it. He was like a ghost always chasing. Uniforms and black cap is a sign pengenalku. But sometimes when evening came, I change clothes wear sandals, slacks and if it gets too hot I was only wearing a shirt. And with the horn-rimmed glasses I look quite other. I can wander without a known and indeed I did. I do this because I wanted to see life. I belonged to the people. I have to see people, I have to listen to the people and come into contact with them. My feelings will be peaceful when I am among them. He is the bread of life for me. And I felt apart from the rabble. I listened to their conversation, I listened to them argue, I listen to them a joke and making out-of love. And I feel the life force flowing throughout my body trunk.
We went with a small car without identification. Sometimes I stop and buy satay on a side road. I sat alone on the edge of the sidewalk and enjoy jajanku wrapped in banana leaves. Really enjoyable moments. People soon knew when to hear my voice. On one night I went to Senen train around the barn, with the Commissioner of Police. I'm circling in the midst of the people and no one noticed us. Finally, for a talk I asked the man, "Where have taken bricks and construction materials that have been anchored in this?" Before he could answer, there was a scream, "Hee," shouted the voice of women, "It's the sound of Mr. Yes, sounds .., Elapak Hee, people, these Dear Mr. "Within a few seconds the hundreds and then thousands of people came running from all directions. The commissioner quickly took me out of there, get in our small car and disappeared. Seen as a whole, the office of President is like a remote exile. There are people, my friend. Not much. Often the mind is people are fickle, are not your thoughts. They treat others. They helped to create this lonely island around me. That's why, when I was separated from my prison, I please myself.
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