Mataram Memory

Mataram Memory

We stop for rambutan at the roadside shack. Pendant clusters of bright red, with springy soft spines. We shell them and eat them, sticky cousins of the lychee, acidic sweet. Mangosteen, pineapple, stinky durian…the ceiling comes alive with the patter of gecko feet; they leer at us cheerfully. Geck-o, geck-Oh!, they say.

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