the paradise of flying stones

Here we are in this paradisiac little half on an island where you can get sweet pinapples out of plants lying in your gardens and where you can see fresh lobsters hanging from trees or where you can spend the whole weekend lying on white sand beaches reading and sipping fresh lime juice... but where you cannot go home on a monday night after work because people are throwing stones in the centre of the city to fight eachother for some unknown reasons, a country where people have been living in IDP camps in tents or in the garden of some relatives for at least one year, a country where every day you meet at least one new child with a big belly and skiny legs because what they eat is not quite right and they don't see the doctors... Obvious things that you can read everywhere? yes, quite probably, and probably not even that bad compared to other places... but well this is what is going on tonight, on a normal Timor day.