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Label, Ingatan, dan Invisibilitas: Dilema Identitas Seorang Taiwan di Indonesia

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  “Impossible Subject Position” di Bawah Cahaya Bulan Tropis Selama dua tahun tinggal di Yogyakarta, lanskap keseharian yang paling akrab bagiku selalu dipenuhi oleh kelembapan khas daerah tropis dan asap pembakaran sampah yang perlahan menyebar di udara pagi. Pada malam Festival Pertengahan Musim Gugur tahun lalu, aku duduk di depan restoran kecil milik sesama perantau Taiwan bernama Pranoto. Sambil membolak-balik sate di atas bara api, ia dengan teliti memastikan kepada istrinya yang berasal dari Indonesia, Siti, mengenai beberapa mooncake yang sengaja mereka pesan—berisi pasta biji teratai, kacang merah, dan kuning telur asin. Di atas meja juga tersaji Gudeg , masakan tradisional Jawa yang disiapkan istrinya untuk malam itu. Sekilas, pemandangan tersebut tampak seperti narasi harmonis tentang integrasi lintas budaya. Namun ketika berada di tengah suasana itu, aku justru merasakan semacam dislokasi eksistensial yang sangat dalam. Di era ketika globalisasi, mobilitas lint...

Labels, Memory, and Invisibility: A Taiwanese Expatriate’s Identity Predicament in Indonesia

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  The “Impossible Position” Beneath Tropical Moonlight During the two years I have spent living in Yogyakarta, the landscape that has come to define my daily life is one woven from tropical humidity and the drifting smoke of burning trash in the early morning air. Last year, on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, I sat outside a small restaurant owned by my fellow Taiwanese acquaintance, Pranoto. As he turned skewers of satay over the charcoal fire, he carefully checked with his Indonesian wife, Siti, about several mooncakes they had specially ordered—filled with lotus seed paste, red bean paste, and salted egg yolk. On the table beside us sat a serving of Gudeg , the traditional Javanese jackfruit stew his wife had prepared for him. On the surface, the scene appeared to embody the warm harmony of cross-cultural integration. Yet sitting there that night, I was overcome by an inexplicably deep sense of existential dislocation. In an era that celebrates globalization, mobil...