cracks at the ciledug scooter day

I'd heard it going on all day. A punkabilly band on cheap equipment, cheap amps, playing the "Sepanjang malam, Pesta!" cover of the Rocket Rockers' cover of the '80s disco hit. It sounded like they were playing right there in my backyard, just behind the white wall with long cracks like my grandmother's hair, like veins everywhere, like dead snakes, and barbed wire like afros on top.

Wind carries everything, my maid said.

And so it did. The punkabilly band, happy covers of Benjamin S. songs (was it the wind too that carried Benjamin's chicken dance into my head?), the MC's voice telling everyone that no one needs a riot.

I'm happy the wind carries everything, I thought.