It was 1967, when the Cuban Missile Crisis occured.
Di periode Perang Dingin, Amerika Serikat (AS) dan Soviet Union (SU) ada di tengah ancaman perang nuklir. Kedua negara superpower itu sama-sama punya jumlah nuclear warheads yang terus meningkat, keduanya sudah memiliki Intercontinental Ballistic Missile (IBM)-misil yang bisa diluncurkan melintasi benua ke kawasan musuh dari kawasan domestik, saat itu. Ketegangan memuncak ketika pada Oktober 1967 AS mengetahui bahwa SU mengirim misil-misil nuklir ke Cuba, negara yang terletak dekat dengan AS (the so called ‘The Western Hemisphere”), dan kalau misil diluncurkan, dalam waktu lima menit, satu misil bisa meledakkan satu kota.
It was 1967.
It was when he was 26. The time when he has not even met his first love.
When Europe was in the immense threat because Nazi Germany was expansionist and very aggressive in 1940, he was born. It was the same day Germany invaded Denmark. And who cares about Germany invaded Denmark, really?
The child was born in a Holland colony in the East Indies, now Indonesia. I couldn’t imagine what the room looked like, what the expression of people in the room looked like when they met him for the first time (very very very lucky people), if the sun was high, or set. If it was raining or sunny. If ever the leaves were singing, or the birds were dancing, or the universe was standing still. Because he was born. The most important person in my life.
How did God make this beautiful connection between me and this person?
And I keep wondering, beautiful wonder, really, why only for 23 years of his now 70-years-life that I’ve known him? Why not before? What kind of life he was facing before he had me? What kind of decisions he made before the day I was born? What made him have the courage to live life before the day I saw the sun for the first time? Spaces he was at, memories he had… I wish I could knew. I wish I could see what he sees, feel how he feels things.
This connection, I think, that made me worry my whole childhood life that I would lose him; why I got sick when he left home for only a little bit long time for business trips; and wondering now why did I turn into such a bad child arguing with him, making him sad in times.
He was there when the Cold War on set. He was still there when it’s over.
The fact that he is still here for more histories to come brings me to my happiest feeling.
He may not know me for the first 47 years of his life. But I can’t thank God more for making me knowing him since the day I was born.