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“We bury the babies in this tree so the wind can waft away their souls”, explained Stefan, our local guide, as we stared up at the baby-grave tree in Kembira, Sulawesi. Its trunk was patch-worked with little niches, each the poignant final resting place of a baby, dead before cutting its first tooth. Death and burial, ruled by a complex set of long-established customs, are an ever-present feature of life in Tana Toraja, an isolated, supposedly Christian, though, in fact, predominantly animist community in the centre of this little-known, octopus-shaped, Muslim island in Eastern Indonesia.
Arriving in Tana Toraja was like stumbling upon a lost valley. Hidden behind a steep wall of mountains and unknown to Europeans until the twentieth century, its peaceful, pastoral landscape could, at first glance, be taken for Austria: green fields dotted with steep-roofed houses and animals grazing against a backdrop of misty mountains. On closer inspection though you see buffaloes, not cows, wallowing in lush rice-fields and houses that are not exactly your typical Alpine chalets. They are called “tongkonan” and are lavishly carved and painted black, red and orange in intricate patterns. Their curved roofs soar skywards, symbolizing the prows of the ships that carried distant ancestors to the island long ago. They can be neither bought nor sold but pass from generation to generation. The older ones proudly display rows of buffalo horns. Why? I found out as soon as I attended my first funeral.
Funerals are without doubt the main event in the Torajan social calendar. They can last up to a week and no expense is spared. Local people are proud to welcome outsiders to their family funerals and, on my third day in this mysterious land, I found myself, just outside the small market town of Rantepao, following a procession of female mourners. The women carried a long train of red cloth above their heads and were led by the next-of-kin, a gentle-looking, slim young woman. She was dressed in red, the color of death in Sulawesi, with a brightly-colored beaded yoke across her shoulders and matching sash round her waist. At the head of the procession the coffin was bounced and jostled along in an atmosphere that would make an Irish wake seem positively somber. Later I watched, entranced, as the men, slightly merry by then from palm-wine, or “tuak”, joined hands to form a circle and chanted the life-story of the deceased, whilst swaying in slow rotation. This circle of life paused as each man in turn sang his own short, personal tribute and was then joined by the rest in a kind of group chorus. Despite my western cynicism, I found it surprisingly moving.
I could have done with a few stiff tuaks myself later when it was time for the sacrifices. A fierce-looking individual wielding a machete stepped forward from the crowd and got straight down to work. He certainly looked the part with his patterned bandanna and his droopy moustache. I knew what was coming. The buffalo tied to a post in the centre of the muddy clearing had been struggling helplessly for a while. It seemed to know too. The machete swung and the beast dropped to its knees, twitching as blood gushed from the gaping hole in its throat. Once all life had drained from it, its flesh was swiftly chopped into pieces and shared amongst the guests.
The sacrifices seem brutal to European eyes but to Torajans are a simple demonstration of social prestige. Hence the buffalo horns, accumulated over generations, which embellish the older tongkonans, bearing witness to years of family status. These important social events cannot take place until the family has saved enough money for the considerable expense entailed. The high cost of buffaloes, the status symbol of Torajan society, as well as catering for numerous family members who return from far and wide to attend, means it can be anything up to three years before it finally goes ahead. During this time, Stefan explained, the deceased continues to “live” in the family home, considered sick but still part of family life. When the big day finally arrives, all tears have been shed and the only wish is to provide a good send-off .
Had the babies at Kembira lived longer, they too would have been honored in this way, eventually joining the “tau-tau”. These are haunting, life-sized wooden effigies of the dead, perched high in the cliffs. They stand in rows in galleries cut into the rock at a height which reflects their social status when alive. They stare out across the rice-fields like eerily passive opera-goers watching a performance from their boxes. Torajans believe they protect their villages from evil. I saw them at Lemo, to the south, some touchingly adorned with what, in life, had been a favorite garment or piece of jewelry. Apparently tradition dictates that the installation of a new figure must be accompanied by the sacrifice of 29 buffaloes and 59 pigs, a grisly scene I doubt I could stomach.
Although many of the sights of Tana Toraja might seem rather macabre - as well as attending funerals, you can visit ancient tombs full of dusty, boat-shaped coffins, spilling bones and skulls - there is no doubt that they give a unique insight into this fascinating ethnic group.
Another, quite different attraction is the spectacularly beautiful countryside, where the wide, unpolluted skies are reflected in the endless, glistening rice paddies. In Torajan culture rice has an almost mystical importance. You sense it as you watch people busy in the fields, engrossed in the timeless cycle of planting, harvesting and drying it, all by hand, before storing it in rice-barns, which are a scaled-down version of the tongkonans and every bit as elaborate.
As my stay among these hospitable people drew to an end, I pondered what I had learnt about their magical philosophy, their constant efforts to balance the opposing forces of life and death, their rituals revering what is from the east and hence " life-giving" whilst fearing what comes from the west and is therefore "death-causing". I was just glad that I, as a western visitor, was not included in that category and had been allowed to be the privileged observer of the expression of such unique spiritual beliefs.
Arriving in Tana Toraja was like stumbling upon a lost valley. Hidden behind a steep wall of mountains and unknown to Europeans until the twentieth century, its peaceful, pastoral landscape could, at first glance, be taken for Austria: green fields dotted with steep-roofed houses and animals grazing against a backdrop of misty mountains. On closer inspection though you see buffaloes, not cows, wallowing in lush rice-fields and houses that are not exactly your typical Alpine chalets. They are called “tongkonan” and are lavishly carved and painted black, red and orange in intricate patterns. Their curved roofs soar skywards, symbolizing the prows of the ships that carried distant ancestors to the island long ago. They can be neither bought nor sold but pass from generation to generation. The older ones proudly display rows of buffalo horns. Why? I found out as soon as I attended my first funeral.
Funerals are without doubt the main event in the Torajan social calendar. They can last up to a week and no expense is spared. Local people are proud to welcome outsiders to their family funerals and, on my third day in this mysterious land, I found myself, just outside the small market town of Rantepao, following a procession of female mourners. The women carried a long train of red cloth above their heads and were led by the next-of-kin, a gentle-looking, slim young woman. She was dressed in red, the color of death in Sulawesi, with a brightly-colored beaded yoke across her shoulders and matching sash round her waist. At the head of the procession the coffin was bounced and jostled along in an atmosphere that would make an Irish wake seem positively somber. Later I watched, entranced, as the men, slightly merry by then from palm-wine, or “tuak”, joined hands to form a circle and chanted the life-story of the deceased, whilst swaying in slow rotation. This circle of life paused as each man in turn sang his own short, personal tribute and was then joined by the rest in a kind of group chorus. Despite my western cynicism, I found it surprisingly moving.
I could have done with a few stiff tuaks myself later when it was time for the sacrifices. A fierce-looking individual wielding a machete stepped forward from the crowd and got straight down to work. He certainly looked the part with his patterned bandanna and his droopy moustache. I knew what was coming. The buffalo tied to a post in the centre of the muddy clearing had been struggling helplessly for a while. It seemed to know too. The machete swung and the beast dropped to its knees, twitching as blood gushed from the gaping hole in its throat. Once all life had drained from it, its flesh was swiftly chopped into pieces and shared amongst the guests.
The sacrifices seem brutal to European eyes but to Torajans are a simple demonstration of social prestige. Hence the buffalo horns, accumulated over generations, which embellish the older tongkonans, bearing witness to years of family status. These important social events cannot take place until the family has saved enough money for the considerable expense entailed. The high cost of buffaloes, the status symbol of Torajan society, as well as catering for numerous family members who return from far and wide to attend, means it can be anything up to three years before it finally goes ahead. During this time, Stefan explained, the deceased continues to “live” in the family home, considered sick but still part of family life. When the big day finally arrives, all tears have been shed and the only wish is to provide a good send-off .
Had the babies at Kembira lived longer, they too would have been honored in this way, eventually joining the “tau-tau”. These are haunting, life-sized wooden effigies of the dead, perched high in the cliffs. They stand in rows in galleries cut into the rock at a height which reflects their social status when alive. They stare out across the rice-fields like eerily passive opera-goers watching a performance from their boxes. Torajans believe they protect their villages from evil. I saw them at Lemo, to the south, some touchingly adorned with what, in life, had been a favorite garment or piece of jewelry. Apparently tradition dictates that the installation of a new figure must be accompanied by the sacrifice of 29 buffaloes and 59 pigs, a grisly scene I doubt I could stomach.
Although many of the sights of Tana Toraja might seem rather macabre - as well as attending funerals, you can visit ancient tombs full of dusty, boat-shaped coffins, spilling bones and skulls - there is no doubt that they give a unique insight into this fascinating ethnic group.
Another, quite different attraction is the spectacularly beautiful countryside, where the wide, unpolluted skies are reflected in the endless, glistening rice paddies. In Torajan culture rice has an almost mystical importance. You sense it as you watch people busy in the fields, engrossed in the timeless cycle of planting, harvesting and drying it, all by hand, before storing it in rice-barns, which are a scaled-down version of the tongkonans and every bit as elaborate.
As my stay among these hospitable people drew to an end, I pondered what I had learnt about their magical philosophy, their constant efforts to balance the opposing forces of life and death, their rituals revering what is from the east and hence " life-giving" whilst fearing what comes from the west and is therefore "death-causing". I was just glad that I, as a western visitor, was not included in that category and had been allowed to be the privileged observer of the expression of such unique spiritual beliefs.
Source: http://www.transitionsabroad.com/listings/travel/narrative_travel_writing/life_and_death_in_tana_toraja_indonesia.shtml
Vocabullaries
a. Poignant (Adjective) : Pedih/perih.
b. Burial (Adjective) : Penguburan/pemakaman.
c. Funeral (Noun) : Pemakaman.
d. Coffin (Verb) : Peti mayat.
e. Bounce (Verb) : Melambungkan/melempar ke atas.
f. Swiftly (Adverb) : Dengan cepat.
g. Spectacularly (Adverb) : Secara luar biasa.
h. Ancient (Adjective) : Kuno.
i. Honor (Noun) : Kehormatan.
j. Privileged (Adjective) : Yang mempunyai hak-hak istimewa.
Recount Text
a. Communicative Purpose
To tell the reader what happened in the past through a sequence of events.
b. Text Organizaton
1. Orientation (who were involved in the story, when, and where)
2. Events (tell what happened in a choronological order)
3. Evaluation (comments of the writer/speaker about the experience)
4. Re-orientation (optional)
The conclusion of the experience
c. Language Features
1. The use of pronouns
2. The use of past tense
To tell the reader what happened in the past through a sequence of events.
b. Text Organizaton
1. Orientation (who were involved in the story, when, and where)
2. Events (tell what happened in a choronological order)
3. Evaluation (comments of the writer/speaker about the experience)
4. Re-orientation (optional)
The conclusion of the experience
c. Language Features
1. The use of pronouns
2. The use of past tense
Subject Pronoun
E.g. a. We bury the baby in this tree.
b. It is such a peaceful place for babies.
Find another subject pronoun based on the text above.
c. …………………………………….
d. …………………………………….
e. …………………………………….
Object Pronoun
E.g. a. I found it surprisingly moving.
b. Stefan explained me about the baby grave.
Find another object pronoun based on the text above.
c. …………………………………….
d. …………………………………….
e. …………………………………….
Possessive Adjective
E.g. a. Its trunk was patch-worked with little niches
b. He certainly looked the part with his patterned
Find another possessive adjective based on the text above.
c. …………………………………….
d. …………………………………….
e. …………………………………….
Possessive Pronoun
E.g. a. The traditional burial heritage, it is really ours.
Find another possessive pronoun based on the text above.
b. …………………………………..
Simple Past Tense
E.g. a. We bury the baby in this tree.
b. It is such a peaceful place for babies.
Find another subject pronoun based on the text above.
c. …………………………………….
d. …………………………………….
e. …………………………………….
Object Pronoun
E.g. a. I found it surprisingly moving.
b. Stefan explained me about the baby grave.
Find another object pronoun based on the text above.
c. …………………………………….
d. …………………………………….
e. …………………………………….
Possessive Adjective
E.g. a. Its trunk was patch-worked with little niches
b. He certainly looked the part with his patterned
Find another possessive adjective based on the text above.
c. …………………………………….
d. …………………………………….
e. …………………………………….
Possessive Pronoun
E.g. a. The traditional burial heritage, it is really ours.
Find another possessive pronoun based on the text above.
b. …………………………………..
Simple Past Tense
Kalimat Verbal
S + Verb 2
Kalimat nominal
S + to be (was/were) + C
Function:
1. State something happened in the past.
2. State the habitual action in the past and it is not as habit in the present time.
Examples of verbal sentence:
1. I found out as soon as I attended my first funeral.
2. The buffalo tied to a post in the centre of the muddy
Find out others verbal past tense on the text above.
S + Verb 2
Kalimat nominal
S + to be (was/were) + C
Function:
1. State something happened in the past.
2. State the habitual action in the past and it is not as habit in the present time.
Examples of verbal sentence:
1. I found out as soon as I attended my first funeral.
2. The buffalo tied to a post in the centre of the muddy
Find out others verbal past tense on the text above.
3. …………………………………………….
4. …………………………………………….
5. …………………………………………….
Examples of nominal sentence:
1. The visitor was not include in that category..
4. …………………………………………….
5. …………………………………………….
Examples of nominal sentence:
1. The visitor was not include in that category..
2. Its trunk was patch-worked with little niches.
Find out others nominal sentence of past tense on the text above.
3. ……………………………………………….
4. ……………………………………………….
5. ……………………………………………….
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