Life started back when I was in Indonesia, I remember the alleys, the hawkers, and the people, growing up I was amazed by how heterogeneous the country is, over 300 different native languages are spoken in Indonesia and live in across 17,508 islands.
I remember when I was young walking in downtown Jakarta and was called by a man who completely looks out of place, he barely spoke Bahasa was carrying a dagger on his hip, and trying to cajole me with his story of black magic.
And he was not the only one, there were so many occurrences that I had, and each of these people has different stories and after I turned 40 I’ve realized that I was fortunate enough to encounter people not only from Indonesia anymore but all over the world.
People that had experienced the Bosnian war in 1992 or planted the bomb to fend off Americans tank at the shore of Okinawa when he was young.
So amidst this new historical moment the virus apocalypse, I have decided to reconnect with these people and listen to their life stories, learn from their passion, and of course share with the world.
Hi, my name is Rahmat Hidayat I’m a 40-year-old man from Bandung, Indonesia, who somehow ended up in Tokyo.
And this is the Human Pod.
