The Balinese carried away the monsters in handbarrows to the seaside, where, while dancing and singing, they set all the statues on fire. I watched the flames of height of several meters whipping high into the air. The ritual was accompanied by the singing and dancing of men and women in beautiful clothes. The group of young Australians standing nearby told me that the Hindu New Year’s celebration takes a form of a ritual of casting out the demons, and, as the most important event of the year, it is kept in Bali only.
Night Full of Silence
Well, that’s something completely different when compared to Europe. For a while, I was silently looking into the bonfire before I decided to continue looking for a shop. When I came back to the hotel all exhausted, the receptionist already patched cardboards on my windows, so that I could turn on a lamp at least. When the midnight came, all lights went out and the city immersed in dead silence. For a long time, I was sitting on the balcony in the dark, staring at the unbelievably clear sky, listening to sounds of the night. For the whole time, I was holding myself back from going out to wander through the city of the dead. What if I would have met a demon and summoned a disaster?