Downstairs in Blok M Square, south Jakarta.
Drawing of Blok M from a window at Hotel Falatehan. “It’s no oil painting” as my friend Ian would say. It really isn’t. It’s monumentally ugly but I still love it. I worked here for three years in the 90s, and my son was born here too.
If you’d like to hear how Blok M sounds, you can listen here.