This will be probably the most sobering of my entries on Timor-Leste.
Southeast Asia is rich in islands, settled by waves of different peoples, visited by different trading communities, made parts of different empires over the centuries.
In the 1500s and 1600s, Europeans were eager to get control of these islands. The Dutch ended up with most of what's now Indonesia, but on one island in the archipelago, they got only half. The other half was controlled by the Portuguese. That half became present-day Timor-Leste. Portuguese Timor remained a colony for several decades after Indonesia had become independent: it only became independent in the mid 1970s, when Portugal, preoccupied with its own internal revolution, gave it the choice of becoming independent or joining Indonesia. Seeing Indonesia as just another potential colonizer, it opted for independence. Wrong choice, said Indonesia, and invaded. Indonesia occupied the country until 1999; Timor-Leste didn't become a sovereign state until 2002.
The fighting was intense in Ainaro--Wikipedia notes that 95 percent of the buildings were burned by the departing Indonesian forces. One of the young men whom I talked to remembers his house being burned and fleeing to the mountains when he was ten years old. Another lost a father, an uncle, and seven half-brothers in the conflict. Many of the buildings remain in ruins:

A short walk from where I was staying is a place where the land falls away in sheer cliffs on both sides of the road. This place is known as Jakarta 2. It's where the Indonesian forces conducted executions--pushing people off the cliff. There's a concrete crucifix there now:

another memorial

The guy who took me here told me that when cars drive by here, they will slow down, out of respect, and people on motorbikes or foot will often stop for a moment to say a prayer.
We looked over the edge. I didn't take a picture. Too many ghosts.
All of which makes the children at the school across the street from where I was staying, singing Timor-Leste's national anthem while raising the flag of their eleven-year-old country, extra moving. (Voices you can hear are the voices of my two hosts.)
(If the embedding doesn't work for you, go here.)
Southeast Asia is rich in islands, settled by waves of different peoples, visited by different trading communities, made parts of different empires over the centuries.
In the 1500s and 1600s, Europeans were eager to get control of these islands. The Dutch ended up with most of what's now Indonesia, but on one island in the archipelago, they got only half. The other half was controlled by the Portuguese. That half became present-day Timor-Leste. Portuguese Timor remained a colony for several decades after Indonesia had become independent: it only became independent in the mid 1970s, when Portugal, preoccupied with its own internal revolution, gave it the choice of becoming independent or joining Indonesia. Seeing Indonesia as just another potential colonizer, it opted for independence. Wrong choice, said Indonesia, and invaded. Indonesia occupied the country until 1999; Timor-Leste didn't become a sovereign state until 2002.
The fighting was intense in Ainaro--Wikipedia notes that 95 percent of the buildings were burned by the departing Indonesian forces. One of the young men whom I talked to remembers his house being burned and fleeing to the mountains when he was ten years old. Another lost a father, an uncle, and seven half-brothers in the conflict. Many of the buildings remain in ruins:

A short walk from where I was staying is a place where the land falls away in sheer cliffs on both sides of the road. This place is known as Jakarta 2. It's where the Indonesian forces conducted executions--pushing people off the cliff. There's a concrete crucifix there now:

another memorial

The guy who took me here told me that when cars drive by here, they will slow down, out of respect, and people on motorbikes or foot will often stop for a moment to say a prayer.
We looked over the edge. I didn't take a picture. Too many ghosts.
All of which makes the children at the school across the street from where I was staying, singing Timor-Leste's national anthem while raising the flag of their eleven-year-old country, extra moving. (Voices you can hear are the voices of my two hosts.)
(If the embedding doesn't work for you, go here.)
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Date: 2013-08-23 03:18 am (UTC)Thanks for sharing. The song is lovely.
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Date: 2013-08-23 12:37 pm (UTC)It's normal, I think, and desirable even, for that feeling to recede as the decades go by. And even with brand new countries, and even if you've had to sacrifice a whole lot, you still ought to be able to criticize the country--because doing that helps you make it better--but yeah, it was really moving to see.
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Date: 2013-08-23 11:57 am (UTC)(FYI: A friend of ours in Australia's father was among the troops hidden (from the Japanese) by the East Timorese during WWII. He spoke very well of the people there.)
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Date: 2013-08-23 12:40 pm (UTC)(And for sure yes, re: your first point. I mean, I always knew it, but it gets brought home in a visceral way.)
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