Ripcord Adventure Journal 2.2

32
Utopian Fruits
Audun Amundsen
along the river. She had started school and learned the Indonesian
language. She told me that she had been baptized and named
Martina. She enjoyed the routines of school and going to church.
Her clan had been counted and given identification cards and as
with all passports and ID cards in Indonesia, they had to state their
religion. The spirit world wasn’t an option, so they chose
Catholicism. They were now officially people of this planet.
Aman Paksa and his clan were out hunting sea turtles in the ocean
and Ulak didn’t know when they were coming back. Motorisation
had given rise to new opportunities. It was their third time on the
ocean. Aman Paksa was a pioneer because he was the first resident
of the jungle who had taken the step of learning the way of the
ocean. Times had changed. Every day I saw signs of a successful
culture in demise and it was hard to accept. The bittersweet smell of
modern temptations was slowly spreading like the metastasis of a
cancerous tumour. The forbidden fruit had ripened in the garden of
Eden and the snake was lurking behind every tree.