My birthtown, my chaotic town. I lived in Jakarta until I was 17 years old. Came back 3 years later, only to stay another 2 months before I had to flee to Bali. It can be a depressing city with such big gap between social status. People, young people of my generation are scarred with horrible history of classic racism and religious wars. But the food scene is too irresistible, good street food is the only thing that can bring people of all background together in Jakarta. I do still visit sometimes, not often, but I am trying to reconnect to my roots, my way.