A sound of Jawa

5 minutes ago I was walking to a small shop next door. And then I had a strange Déjà vu. It felt like one of those nights a year ago, although everything was different. The end of October brings very different weather to Kaunas and to Jogja. This year I was surrounded by leafless trees rather than forever green palms. And there were no chances to find a freshly cut Papaya in a fruit shop around the corner. Even worse, there is no fruit shop around the corner from where I live nowadays. But the biggest change was the sound, or rather the absence of a very particular sound. Hence, I invite you to listen the soundthat framed, defined and illustrated every day in Indonesia