He has been enhanced with a chronic kidney illness. All medications and ability to survive has been live it. I still remember the fifth grade go with him down the mountain Perlak, East Aceh. Our goal there just to see a traditional healer. From the terminal Perlak town, we walked down a long winding road, heading inland hilly mountain region Perlak. We have arrived at a place in my mind right now is very steep. Among the steep cliff that stood a small hut where the grandfather and his grandson soerang the women stay. I call him brother, because he might have school or a high school junior at the time. I do not know too much about the older brother, but for the two days we stayed there I never saw him out with school uniform. Before you get there we had to pass a fairly large river, with a bridge made of small wires bebarapa. I was at that time in bopong by the father to the bridge of the wire kabet it. This is where we meet the shaman. I'm sorry if calling the shaman, because that's what I think about it now. He was skinny, tall, with a mustache and a long beard. A rencong waist, and a ring in his hand I saw some colorful large enough, the left and right. Ships continued roaring, sea waves occasionally interrupted my image of father's versatile. On the boat, we kept telling each other about anything that comes in our shadow. On board is a forum for freedom for passengers. There is no restriction of any kind, such as the principle that water continues to flow wherever he wants. Is my new best friend is rarely told about her return to Pidie, their ancestral lands. His mother was one of Aceh Besar, who also grew up in the golden era of the island of Sabang with jenggo economy. Two blood are united to him as if to find a balance of competition mutual influence of the two regions captured in the various aspects of social life. But Sabang has made it a kitchen, fellowship and give birth to children who are now being penghidup Sabang future. The island is now being re-sharpened up by the return of patch names as a free port. Let's go to Sabang, about chanted all the occupants on every wind that will bring khabar into the world, I want to return victorious city. Been a long time we would like to hear the roar of the big ship, horn sounded at the harbor entrance and lambayan hands of merchants who brought goods from abroad. Oh, that we all miss living in Sabang. Breath of life would once our current free port ever was, and whether it is still a dream. Busyness port which once enjoyed by the citizens of the island. Even since the Dutch period were they already knew this strategic island. They are the bandit raiders crop lands below the winds had founded the company that later became state property. I sometimes agree with unkapan some people are confused in this country, if we colonize the Netherlands might be smarter today. Because we can learn many things from what they do well. Every project is done really as a result of scientific study that can be accounted for, not intellects such projects in our country today. I am not sympathetic to Dutch disgust, colonialism is a destruction of humanity. But one colonialism to colonialism laian we will learn where the best man. They landed a large force to hit the island, with a hammer cannon they had brought from Europe, but most of its control is the cecunguk payment of the islands have become slaves Netherlands. And they put the master and mistress of the house fly in regular standing along the main street of the town of Sabang. According to my friends who I've just met, now most of the big houses are already being privately owned, although admittedly we can enjoy the beauty along the streets of the city. Yes, it's none of our comrades! Most importantly how to quickly get back to the island of Sabang. In this island I can open the eyes of a high hill staring into the open sea. Watching big ships pass every day before our eyes, and God knows when it will stop here unload. From the top of the hill take a peek into the side of the small islands, like a boy peeping girl was bathing in the river. The sea breeze kept blowing erratically, as we were too loose talks to and fro like a drunkard in the film shot the cowboy. I opened the board to eliminate sleepiness. A board that I remember so antagonistic, then throw into the gutter because it was considered as part of gambling games.