When I first got to Indonesia, it took me a while to get used to the staring. But it was like Robbie-staring. When my brother Robbie stares at people, he looks at them (even when they look back) and turns his whole head and body around, just to continue staring. I have since gotten used to it, but then something interesting occurred to me.
Whenever I see boulet (aka white people), I stop and stare and gawk. Usually I turn to my friend and say "hey look - there's white people in here!" I usually get laughed at and get reminded that I too am white, and that people are still staring at me too.
I guess I'm so used to seeing Indonesians around here, I forget that I am a stranger walking amongst them in a sea of color.
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