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Hari Raya

Oggi sono stato svegliato a mezzogiorno dal telefono; era Sal, la nostra vicina del piano di sopra che mi invitava a casa di sua madre, poco distante, per la celebrazione del Hari Raya. Così sono andato là verso le tre del pomeriggio, ed era pieno di parenti, come di consueto in questa giornata.

Alla fine del Ramadan inizia un mese di festeggiamenti, e per i primi cinque giorni circa le case sono aperte agli ospiti; c’è un via vai continuo di parenti ed amici di casa in casa, dove si può sempre trovare del cibo. Dopo la prima settimana la cosa va avanti solo durante  i weekend a causa degli impegni lavorativi, ma lo spirito persiste.

E così oggi, al mio arrivo, la casa era piena di gente, e per mangiare ho dovuto aspettare che finissero le altre persone. Mi hanno spiegato che secondo la loro cultura gli ospiti non vengono mai mandati via, e sono considerati i totali benvenuti fino a tre giorni, passati i quali finisce anche la responsabilità al vitto ed all’alloggio. Ho mangiato una zuppa di pollo, e dei dolci tutti molto buoni. Verso le cinque e mezza mi hanno riaccompagnato a casa, perché tutti stavano andando a far visita a degli altri parenti, e andranno avanti sicuramente fino a notte fonda.

Intanto qui è piovuto molto, l’aria si rinfresca e la foschia non è più così pesante, speriamo scompaia del tutto il prima possibile.

 

Today I’ve been woken up at midday from the telephon; it was Sal, our neighbour from the 19th floor who invited me to her mother’s house to celebrate Hari Raya. So I went there around 3 PM, and it was full of relatives, as usual for this celebration.

At the end of the Ramadan a month of celebration begins, and for the first five days (more or less) houses are open to guests; there’s a continuous flow of relatives and friends, where it is always possible to find some food. After the first week this thing goes on only in the weekends, because of the working days, but the spirit still remains.

So this afternoon, when I arrived, the house was full of people, and I had to wait other people to finish eating before I could find a sit. I learnt that according to their culture guests are never sent away, and they are considered welcome until three days, after which there is no more responsibility for their fare and accomodation. I ate a chicken soup, and some sweets, all very good. At around five Sal took me home, because they all had to visit some other relatives, and it will go on until late at night for sure.

In the meanwhile here it’s raining a lot, the air gets fresh and the haze is not so terrible anymore, I hope it will completely disappear as soon as possible.

Massimo

2 Responses to “Hari Raya”

  1. NTT Says:

    Hi Massimo.. I am pretty sure you don’t remember me. I am Chinmay. I used to live in the same container as Pako at DTU, in campus village. Anyway, I am from Singapore. I did not know you were here in KL. Haha. Its good to know though. Next time I drop by KL, maybe we can meet up! Great Blog btw. Keep in touch!

  2. Massimo Says:

    Hi Chinmay, I’m sorry but I cannot remember you, but only your name, I didn’t know most of the people living in H container… I tried to take a look in your blog but I found no pics of you. Maybe you can send me one.

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