I remember the first time I stepped foot here, there is absolutely no plastic splinters and scrap, I remember once even the endemic monkeys at the summit of the munara to be a clean witness to their playground, but now they the monkeys in the munara as a silent witness over the survival of every human being who started arrogant over his shade house was littered, as well as throwing garbage away. If we do not evaluate and do from ourselves, is there any hope for the creation of the beauty page we dreamed of in the earth of Indonesia, no, that is just mirage alone, so let us do from ourselves, culture bring down the waste back in the forest, not leave it, even bury it. we're not who we are**
Follwo me 
