"Wow, we're half an hour late Des," Levi exclaimed as he led me halfway up the stairs. I stumbled along following her steps. "Yes we are late, but the path is slow little Lev Lev, my legs are not as long as your feet." I exclaimed while trying to keep up the footsteps Levi, my beloved friend of this tall stature.
The street this Saturday afternoon is more jammed than usual. As a result Levi drove his car a bit speeding and almost broke the red light. As Levi and I entered the classroom, the photography training had begun. The 20-person classroom was fully loaded, leaving only 2 empty seats at the far right, near the resource desk. Since the seats are arranged in a semicircle, the cash only comes to me and Levi is clearly visible to all the participants and speakers.
"Excuse me. Sorry, ride over, "Levi said as he continued to lead me through some of the trainees who were seriously listening to the speakers.
"Well, for example, if I was asked to take a photo of a bottle of water containing this mineral water for a magazine ad, then I would spray a little water and then add a few leaves under the bottle, so that when photographed the results look natural, cool and fresh," said coach photography with a vigorous tone.

"What does Lev look like?" I asked Levi.
"It's a Dec, the bottle is sprayed with water, so there are droplets of water, continue under the bottle there are some leaves that are slightly wet like dewy, so fresh impressed so deh," said Levi in a voice whispered. "Oh .. that's it," I say, imagining the fresh-tasting water in my mind.
"Well, brethren, here are some photos taken by a foreign photographer who is my best friend. Although there is no writing that describes these photos, but from these photos you can certainly see and feel the implied emotion, is not it? "Asked the photography coach to all participants.
The coach's explanation made me wonder, "What in the world is there a photo of Lev?"
"In front of that there is a picture of a child around the age of 3 years who slept in a cart, he looks thin and malnourished," said Levi.
"Oh, what else do you keep, Lev?" I asked again.
Patiently Levi explained to me all the pictures in front of the class. I listened intently, nodding my head in understanding. The classroom was quiet while Levi was explaining to me. There was a sigh of sigh and breath from some people, whether it was a sigh of admiration for the photographs on display or perhaps a sighing irritation from my constant questioning and asking for descriptions of Levi. Without feeling, 45 minutes have passed. The photography session was over. The event continued with the session I've been waiting for, journalistic sessions.
"Unfortunately, I have to end this photography session, when in fact there are still many that I want to convey to you all, but the time that must separate us. If any of you want to ask me anything that is related to photography, do not hesitate to contact me at this number ... "After writing some numbers on the board, the photography coach walked to the right, near my seat. "Lev, please bacain phone number coach photography trainer dong." I said as I pulled out my phone, instantly also heard the sound "mbah TALKS" when I type the numbers. Who knows someday I need it, I thought.
I immediately remove the netbook from my bag, I plug the earphone and I put in the ear to the right, while my left ear let loose to listen to the voice of the journalism coach. I try to capture what the coach is saying and type it on my net book. Instantly the sound of "mbah JAWS" sounds in my right ear, while in my left ear comes the voice of the trainer and the voices of several other participants.
"Ok, now let's start this journalistic session. But before going into teaching materials, I want to know what your motivation is to take this course. Please introduce yourself one by one starting from the tip of my left, "said the journalism coach began his class. The participants began to introduce themselves one by one while mentioning what their motivation.
I heard Levi's voice introducing her, meaning after this it was my turn. "My name is Deasy, I am a blind. My motivation for this course is to learn to write and to learn more about journalism in the hope that this field could be my livelihood. That is all and thank you."
The classroom became silent and faintly heard some people wondering, do not believe that I am blind.
"How come you look like a blind man?"
"Blind can you use net book and cell phone huh?"
I also heard the voice of the photography coach talking to one of the organizers on his desk, "Oh, that meant that during my whole session, the boy could not see all the photos I showed you huh? It means that the boy was not just chatting with friends next to him huh? So actually he was asking for help to his friend to describe all the photographs huh?
"Yes, he is blind, sir," the committee replied.
"Walah, I think the child was very nervous and honest I was annoyed. But now I understand. "He said as he walked toward me and patted my shoulder gently.
Well, all the statements and questions I've heard so often and to answer all these questions, allow me to invite you to 2003, when I was 27 years old, I was convicted by a doctor with retinitis pigmentosa, an incurable eye disease, no cure , resulting in gradually decreasing vision and eventually becoming blind. Since then my life has changed 180 degrees. There are so many things I can no longer do completely independently. I like living in two worlds, living between dark and light, living in the real world but feeling unreal.
By that time I was down, I was at the lowest point in my life, but at the same time at the starting point of my life, the starting point for starting life in a new way with a new identity as a blind. Yes, as a blind. There are so many new things I should learn as blind. Things I usually can do easily and quickly but when I become blind, they take longer and become more difficult. For example, when walking. I had to use a cane to feel the way and rely on my sense of smell, touch, and hearing for orientation and mobility.
And even though I'm not illiterate, I have to learn to read from scratch again. That's because the letters that blind people use are braille, the letters that look like small protuberances resembling stone acne and this really trains my patience. It is also the beginning of my acquaintance with technology for the blind. There is JAWS, a screen reader program that can be installed on a computer or TALKS, a screen reader program for mobile phones. The screen reader program will read every letter, word and sentence typed or wherever the cursor position is. But if the picture of course will not be readable. At first I myself was also dizzy to hear the voice of the screen reader. Sounds like a robot.
"Duh, what are you doing? I do not understand ya? "I asked a blind person who was busy reading and writing SMS with his cell phone in a foundation for the visually impaired I visited.
"Hehehe .. if not yet used to it is rather difficult to understand what is read by 'mbah TALKS' this, mbak," said the blind man with a smile.
"Oh, yes," I replied. Well, if they can, I can, I thought. It's just a matter of habit. Gods can be as ordinary. As I continued to cultivate in my mind every time I felt desperate to hear the voice of the screen reader.
As time went on, I finally became accustomed to using mobile phones and "voiced" computers and thanks to this skill I got a chance to work in several places, to communicate independently, to follow developments around the world via internet, to conduct banking transactions and buy and sell online, and etc. Well, it turns out to be blind is not as bad as I think. Although there are many things I can not do like when I can still see, but now there are many new things I can do without seeing. Life must go on!
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thanks my friend..