Coming home after failing to queue for The Matrix ticket, we found two motorbikes parking in front of our place. One of them had a small white board with "Pres Ban" written on it. My father parked our car in its place, and went to have a chat with the guys. One woman was holding a flashlight while one of the men worked on the one motorbike's tire. The other man was their customer.

They're a wife and a husband, and they go around with their motorbike every night to mend holes on motorbike tires. Each patch is worth Rp. 7500. In daytime, the husband works as a car mechanic. They have a kid in high school.

And today is the eighth of August, 1999, 146 days before the year turns 2000.

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