Story by Levi Gittleman
After more than 20 hours of traveling and four airplane meals, I was ready for something sautéed from the street vendors of Jakarta, Indonesia.
So our gang of six, which included some seriously talented journalism students — Andy Field, Emerson Malone, Nicole Bales, Charlie Craft, Franziska Monahan and myself — took a taxi to a nearby restaurant called Nasi Uduk Dan Ayam Goreng Lahap, which roughly translates to “delicious fried meat and rice.”
It was the night before the beginning of a conference where we would learn about the past, present and future of press freedom around the globe.
Getting to the restaurant was no easy task. We soon discovered that driving around in Indonesia was like navigating through a jam-packed maze with minimal traffic lights, traffic lanes or traffic rules in general. The constant call of the car horn served as a cautious reminder saying, “Hati-Hati” in Bahasa, or in English: “Look out, I’m about to run straight into you.”
After the 30 minutes it took to drive around 3 miles, we pulled into a narrow alley and parked next to our restaurant. Sticking out like six University of Oregon students in the middle of a large city south of the Equator would, we sat down at the nearest table facing the street. It didn’t take long for us to realize that to order food, we just needed to walk up to the chef and ask for it, so I jumped up and began pointing and nodding at the various assortments of meat piled next to the chef.
“Chicken, good!” “Beef, good!” “Whatever that is that looks good, good!”
He cooked the meat right in front of me and piled it on a plate. We devoured the meat with rice wrapped in banana leaves and then stepped into the alley to walk around. The cars didn’t stop for us, so we quickly learned to stay to the side.
Everyone around us stared, and most smiled. The streets were coated with grease and piled with trash. Humidity hung in the air as if it were a broken steam room. Stepping over cobblestones and the occasional person passed out on a corner, we passed food carts and pop-up shops along with small apartments filled with families. All were curious and fairly friendly as we strangers stumbled through their close-knit community.
After walking for a while and feeling overwhelmed with the change in culture, we took a cab home and proceeded to sleep soundly despite the nonexistent silence of Jakarta.
The next morning, the conference began. Journalists, free-press activists and others from the media industry sat in the convention center’s halls, where they would soon attend a variety of talks with topics ranging from how to handle fake news to diversity in the media. Esteemed guests spoke while other esteemed guests listened. Even the president and vice president of Indonesia showed up to talk about freedom of the press in their country, a topic that appeared controversial to many.
This event was the sixth World Press Freedom Day conference attended by UO students. The six of us, along with UO journalism professors Professor Peter Laufer, Assistant Professor Christopher Chávez and Professor Leslie Steeves, form the UO-UNESCO Crossings Institute, an organization focused on conflict-sensitive reporting and intercultural dialogue that was launched in 2013.
We spent our time interviewing, photographing and learning from the many journalists who had traveled from around the globe to attend the event, share stories and learn about the state of journalism in a global context.
To read the stories we gathered at WPFD and listen to our interviews on Crossings Radio, check out the UO-UNESCO Crossings Institute website.
Levi Gittleman is a junior from Sonoma County, California. He is studying Spanish and journalism at the SOJC with a focus on writing and photography. He writes for the UNESCO Crossings Institute and for The Daily Emerald.