An immigrant goes to a destination and will try to settle down, i.e. she or he tries to colonize the future, because that is the only way to create a new sense of a home. I am not an immigrant. I never planned to stay – I guess I still don’t. In a way I am a nomad, a nomad who moves without moving. An in between state of being – there, here, nowhere, everywhere. A nomad with no compass, no need for it, since I don’t move other then Jakarta-Bandung vice versa (which I can do now blindfolded after almost five years).