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Surabaya, my place of solace. A show-off. Black riots of noise, dirt and gear. Praying. Barking. Dusting. A sight of construction. Calls of “Hello, Mister!” – Thumbs up “Good!” – “Photo. Photo.” Not interested in seeing the shoot at...

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Man! I can only imagine what a fuck-up it must be, here on top of a volcano´s stage, named Bromo, to be gay, surrounded by farmers, riders, bikers and 4-wheelers, by wide scattered villages, built on rankly ash. Gay and a trekking guide, apperently, fortunately and...