Toraja - The Art of Life with Death
Toraja people live in the central highlands of South-Sulawesi. Their most popular kind of parties are - funerals. A photo story about the art of life with death.
Toraja people live in the central highlands of South-Sulawesi. Their most popular kind of parties are - funerals. A photo story about the art of life with death.
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<strong>Toraja</strong><br />
<strong>The</strong> <strong>Art</strong> <strong>of</strong> <strong>Life</strong> <strong>with</strong> <strong>Death</strong><br />
by Collin Key
<strong>Toraja</strong> - <strong>The</strong> <strong>Art</strong> <strong>of</strong> <strong>Life</strong> <strong>with</strong> <strong>Death</strong><br />
This is Gonna. Gonna is a <strong>Toraja</strong> girl who lives in Tana <strong>Toraja</strong>, the central highland<br />
<strong>of</strong> southern Sulawesi. When I was Gonna's age this Indonesian island was still named<br />
Celebes and - from our point <strong>of</strong> view - marked the end <strong>of</strong> the world. In those<br />
days no visitors found their way into these tropical rain forests but a handful <strong>of</strong> anthropologists<br />
and some adventurers like the<br />
French Elisabeth Sauvy who, in 1934, published<br />
her travel diary "A Woman among Headhunters“.<br />
<strong>The</strong>ir stories usually told <strong>of</strong> bizarre<br />
rituals and terrifying death cults.<br />
Meanwhile, however, we have learned that<br />
the world is round and knows no end. Like<br />
children all over the world Gonna will grow<br />
up using a smartphone and the Internet. In<br />
school she will be taught mathematics and
foreign languages. Gonna is a little whirlwind full <strong>of</strong> energy and curiosity. She is definitely<br />
the child <strong>of</strong> a modern world.<br />
Yet her home is a special place, indeed. All these adventure stories were not entirely<br />
made up. <strong>The</strong> house Gonna lives in is named Maruang and its ro<strong>of</strong> is bent<br />
like a buffalo's horn. <strong>The</strong> <strong>Toraja</strong> call this kind <strong>of</strong> house tongkonan. <strong>The</strong>y deeply cherish<br />
them for they are the dwellings<br />
<strong>of</strong> their forefathers. <strong>The</strong> title photo<br />
shows Goona beneath the ro<strong>of</strong>s <strong>of</strong><br />
her tongkonan as if under the protection<br />
<strong>of</strong> all her ancestors. <strong>The</strong>y<br />
may long be gone yet all her dead<br />
relatives are still close to her and her<br />
family and part <strong>of</strong> their life in a very<br />
real sense.<br />
Ne‘ Yayu is the eldest <strong>of</strong> the family.<br />
He permitted my son Robert and<br />
myself to stay in Maruang tongko-
nan for some time to start exploring the wondrous <strong>Toraja</strong> world from there.<br />
Often Gonna already awaits us when we return from our excursions in the late afternoon.<br />
Joyfully excited she jumps across the yard to greet us, eagerly waiting to see<br />
the new pictures I have taken <strong>with</strong> my camera. She escorts me to the veranda <strong>of</strong> our<br />
tongkonan where we sit down to view the images.<br />
Every scene is commented on and provokes explanations and stories which she keeps<br />
on telling us <strong>with</strong>out break - in a language that unfortunately I do not yet understand.<br />
Our lack <strong>of</strong> understanding is made up for, however, by her contagious enthusiasm. <strong>The</strong><br />
photos that attract her strongest attention are not, as one might assume, the images<br />
<strong>of</strong> landscapes, villages or even people she is acquainted <strong>with</strong> but those <strong>of</strong> graveyards,<br />
the rock cut tombs and burial caves <strong>of</strong> her ancestors.<br />
"tongkonan orang mati“ she exclaims - the dwellings <strong>of</strong> the dead.<br />
C<strong>of</strong>fins, skulls and bones - for Gonna such things bear no terror. Again and again<br />
she wants me to show these images to her.<br />
And thus we start <strong>of</strong>f our journey in the realm <strong>of</strong> the dead.
Tongkonan Orang Mati<br />
<strong>The</strong> ancestors welcome us as we enter the funeral grotto <strong>of</strong> Tampangallo. From a pile<br />
<strong>of</strong> skulls they look at us through empty eye sockets. <strong>The</strong> unprepared visitor cannot<br />
but remember the old stories <strong>of</strong> headhunting and other bizarre practices at this sight.<br />
Is this the way to treat your own dead relatives? Or rather your enemies?<br />
But the first impression<br />
<strong>of</strong> neclect is wrong. How<br />
much they are still cared<br />
for is revealed by a little<br />
detail which at first glance<br />
might even look a bit<br />
untidy: cigarettes lie scattered<br />
among the skulls. <strong>The</strong>se<br />
are gifts <strong>of</strong> the visitors who want their<br />
dead forebears to enjoy<br />
the beloved scent <strong>of</strong> cloves which is so characteristic <strong>of</strong> Indonesian cigarettes.<br />
Upon their death the corpses <strong>of</strong> this cave had been embalmed and laid into c<strong>of</strong>fins<br />
made <strong>of</strong> tropical woods. Many years later, however, once the mummies had finally<br />
decayed their osseous remains were taken out to make room for those yet to come...
<strong>The</strong>n we meet the dead in person: Around the corner they stand up on the wall<br />
looking down on us <strong>with</strong> round and marvelling eyes.<strong>The</strong>se are the tau-tau, life-sized<br />
wooden effigies <strong>of</strong> the deceased.<br />
Among them, to our great surprise - a Frenchman? Look at the second figure from<br />
right: Short trousers, moustache, fair hair neatly parted! Nobody could explain that<br />
effigy to me. It remains a riddle.<br />
<strong>The</strong> American anthropologist Kathleen Adams recalls in her book "<strong>Art</strong> as Politics"<br />
(2006 University <strong>of</strong> Hawai‘i Press) her first encounter <strong>with</strong> the tau-tau <strong>of</strong> Ke‘te‘ Kesu‘<br />
village. She was then accompanied by two young boys from the village:<br />
"While Siu picked up a bone and idly tossed it between his hands, Lendu nodded towards<br />
one <strong>of</strong> the effigies... 'This is Ne‘ Lele‘... We felt sorry for Ne‘Lele‘, to see her in rags,<br />
her breast poking out, so Mama gave her a sweater‘.“<br />
Lendu then introduced the anthropologist to many more <strong>of</strong> his ancestors all <strong>of</strong> whom<br />
he knew by name. To him this graveyard visit was rather like a family reunion.<br />
According to traditional belief the tau-tau are bombo dikita, visible souls. <strong>The</strong>y house<br />
the spirit <strong>of</strong> the deceased person. <strong>The</strong>ir relatives visit them regularly, <strong>of</strong>fering cigaret-
tes and even Rupiah notes. <strong>The</strong>y chat <strong>with</strong> them and keep them informed about the<br />
latest family affairs.<br />
Subsequently to the missionary activity <strong>of</strong> their former Dutch colonial rulers, however,<br />
95% <strong>of</strong> the <strong>Toraja</strong> population adopted the Christian faith. <strong>The</strong> predominantly<br />
Calvinist-coined church suspected these chit-chats <strong>with</strong> the ancestors to be a sign <strong>of</strong><br />
superstition, or, even worse, <strong>of</strong> idolism, and condemned the use <strong>of</strong> tau-tau. Priests<br />
would refuse to attend funerals if a tau-tau was part <strong>of</strong> the ceremony. Christian <strong>Toraja</strong><br />
countered that their interaction <strong>with</strong> the tau-tau was not due to their religious belief<br />
(aluk) but to tradition (adat), which they were not willing to give up. Moreover, even<br />
in Europe people would use photos <strong>of</strong> the deceased at funerals <strong>with</strong>out disapproval<br />
<strong>of</strong> the church.<br />
In a small restaurant specialized on dog meat we engage in conversation <strong>with</strong> a native<br />
priest. Being <strong>of</strong> Roman Catholic faith, he has no vital problem <strong>with</strong> effigies. Yet he<br />
rejects the excessiveness <strong>of</strong> <strong>Toraja</strong> funerals: "<strong>The</strong>y may well financially ruin a family,<br />
yet most people rigidly maintain the practice. Well," he concludes, "my brothers and<br />
sisters are a bit stubborn at this." <strong>The</strong>ir obstinacy, I assume, may have contributed a<br />
lot to the survival <strong>of</strong> <strong>Toraja</strong> culture.
One <strong>of</strong> the most impressive<br />
sights in Tana <strong>Toraja</strong><br />
is that <strong>of</strong> the burial cliffs <strong>of</strong><br />
the village <strong>of</strong> Lemo. Numerous<br />
burial chambers<br />
are carved into the stone<br />
while the tau-tau stand on<br />
balconies silently gazing<br />
down into the valley.<br />
In other places the<br />
ancestors have been put<br />
behind bars as a kind <strong>of</strong><br />
preventive custody: <strong>The</strong>ft<br />
<strong>of</strong> tau-tau has turned into<br />
a serious problem since<br />
the antiquity market has<br />
realised their value.
<strong>The</strong> most bizarre rite <strong>of</strong> <strong>Toraja</strong> culture - at least from our alien point <strong>of</strong> view - is definitely<br />
ma'nene', the provision <strong>of</strong> fresh clothes to the deceased and their tau-tau. On<br />
that occasion c<strong>of</strong>fins are opened and the mummies taken out. Together <strong>with</strong> their living<br />
relatives they will celebrate a cheerful family reunion. <strong>Death</strong> is a part <strong>of</strong> life - to<br />
<strong>Toraja</strong> people this saying has an utterly tangible meaning. Neatly vested, the corpses<br />
will re-enter their graves while the day after their tau-tau will be tended to.<br />
We have been told that ma'nene' is being celebrated in the village <strong>of</strong> Londa but as we<br />
arrive the spectacular first day is already over and we will only see the tau-tau ceremony.<br />
Whether by mistake or deliberately, in order to avoid the rush <strong>of</strong> cameras, I do<br />
not know. In general visitors are welcome to<br />
all festivities <strong>of</strong> the <strong>Toraja</strong> and this includes<br />
tourists.<br />
In the same year 2015, American journalist<br />
Amanda Bennett has had the opportunity<br />
to attend a ma'nene' ritual. Her report and<br />
photos <strong>of</strong> the event can be found at National<br />
Geographic's online edition.
<strong>The</strong> Child Grave<br />
For their smallest family members, <strong>Toraja</strong> people have quite a unique kind <strong>of</strong> sepulchre:<br />
they bed them in the trunk <strong>of</strong> a large tropical tree.<br />
According to <strong>Toraja</strong> belief, the realms <strong>of</strong> gods, humans and spirits are entirely real<br />
places <strong>of</strong> the world and not abstract locations as heaven and hell are to modern Christians.<br />
<strong>The</strong> region to the east is the realm <strong>of</strong> the gods. Human beings live in the north.<br />
<strong>The</strong> west is the place <strong>of</strong> the deceased and spirits and ghosts dwell in the south. As a<br />
human is born, he passes from the east to the north. Once he is dead he will be in the<br />
west. By way <strong>of</strong> an extensive funeral his relatives guide the deceased to the southern<br />
land puya, the place where the spirits dwell.<br />
When a baby dies before it has grown milk teeth it is assumed that it has not yet completely<br />
arrived in the west before dying. Hence it will not be sent on that long journey<br />
to the south. Instead they hand it over to that large tree which will gently guide the<br />
little spirit back to the eastern realm <strong>of</strong> the gods.
<strong>The</strong> Funeral<br />
In the end his favourite buffallo was his doom. Something must have had startled<br />
the animal. A moment <strong>of</strong> inattention and the buffalo's horn hit him in a fatal blow.<br />
So we were told by Lisa, our guide, who accompanies us to the funeral. It is a morbid<br />
irony that numerous waterbuffaloes will now lose their life in return.<br />
Three months have passed since the accident. Three months which the deceased<br />
man has spent at home in his bed. He has been mummified to stop decay. Apart from<br />
this, his family has treated him like a person who has fallen ill - one that has moved<br />
away from the north but not yet reached the west.<br />
This is perfectly normal in Tana <strong>Toraja</strong>. Sometimes the deceased will stay home for<br />
years. A <strong>Toraja</strong> funeral lasts between three to seven days, in rare cases even longer.<br />
Hundreds <strong>of</strong> guests have to be entertained. Organizing such a celebration takes time.<br />
Gathering the necessary funds does as well. And many families are not ready to say<br />
good-bye too soon. <strong>The</strong>y keep on <strong>with</strong> their routines, give drink and food to the deceased,<br />
talk to him, let him partake in daily life.
Once the date for the funeral finally arrives the deceased<br />
is laid out in front <strong>of</strong> his family tongkonan and a lavish celebration<br />
is staged. Guests from all over arrive who are generously<br />
catered for. Days <strong>of</strong> great elation and pr<strong>of</strong>ound dolefulness<br />
follow.<br />
Visible for all the dead man has finally reached the realm<br />
<strong>of</strong> death. He is ready now to depart on his last journey to<br />
the southern land <strong>of</strong> puya where ghosts and spirits dwell.<br />
It is a difficult voyage and his funeral is conducted to safely<br />
lead him on his way. His celebrating kin and friends are his<br />
protective convoy so to say. <strong>The</strong> larger the funeral, the more<br />
guests and visitors, the safer will he reach his destiny.<br />
Having embraced the religion <strong>of</strong> the former Dutch colonial<br />
masters, as the majority <strong>of</strong> <strong>Toraja</strong> people has, he may then<br />
ascend from puya even further into the Christian heaven.
First to arrive on the scene are the pigs donated by the invited guests. Tied to long<br />
bamboo sticks they are still alive and certainly suspect no good. But their terrified<br />
squeaks are drowned by the voice <strong>of</strong> the emcee who announces through giant speakers<br />
and <strong>with</strong> dramatic intonation the incoming guests as well as their donations to<br />
the celebration. Each gift is neatly noted down in a large book for later reference, revenue<br />
<strong>of</strong>ficers fill out the necessary forms.<br />
<strong>The</strong>n the invited families enter the square in long rows. Dressed in their finest black<br />
garments they circlet the heap <strong>of</strong> pigs <strong>with</strong> measured steps. <strong>The</strong>ir succession is strictly<br />
hierarchical, headed by the dignitaries and completed by the working people, as<br />
they are called nowadays. In former times, when the word and the practice had not<br />
yet been outlawed, they used to be called slaves. <strong>Toraja</strong> society is by no means egalitarian,<br />
but on the contrary feudal in structure, differentiating between nobility, free<br />
people and working men.<br />
Some men form a large circle to intone a dirge which like everything else is being<br />
drowned by the emcee's dramatic performance. More guests arrive while the ones<br />
who came before are <strong>of</strong>fered cigarettes and drinks. <strong>The</strong> whole scene seems like an<br />
odd medley <strong>of</strong> grief and exuberance. A vivid carneval <strong>of</strong> death.
In lieu <strong>of</strong> a pig or even buffalo we have <strong>of</strong>fered a carton <strong>of</strong> Indonesian clove cigarettes<br />
which, as our guide Lisa tells us, is the standard gift expected from tourists. Consequently<br />
we are invited to sit down on one <strong>of</strong> the bamboo platforms that have been<br />
constructed around the square to host the guests. <strong>The</strong> family already assembled there<br />
kindly makes room for us.<br />
Tea, banana chips and cigarettes<br />
are <strong>of</strong>fered to us, rice<br />
and pork cooked in bamboo<br />
tubes follow. Everyone<br />
is friendly and welcoming,<br />
people smile and willingly<br />
allow me to take photos. I<br />
am even invited to join one<br />
<strong>of</strong> the processions and <strong>of</strong>fer<br />
my sympathies to the mourning<br />
family.<br />
No doubt, <strong>Toraja</strong> people<br />
love their funerals.
<strong>The</strong> highlight <strong>of</strong> any funeral is the sacrifice <strong>of</strong> the buffaloes.<br />
<strong>The</strong> horns <strong>of</strong> the animals sacrificed will later be exhibited on the<br />
tongkonan's front pillar. <strong>The</strong>y will enhance the dignity and prestige<br />
<strong>of</strong> the house.<br />
Bori village is renowned for its stone circle. Menhirs have been<br />
erected in memory <strong>of</strong> great ritual celebrations well into the 19 th<br />
century. When visiting Bori we accidentally met a mourning family<br />
who had just finished the first day <strong>of</strong> funeral. After a nice<br />
talk and some portrait shooting to which they consented we were<br />
invited for the next day to attend the buffalo sacrifice.<br />
As we arrive at the scheduled time carrying the obligatory carton<br />
<strong>of</strong> cigarettes we find that our gift is uncalled-for today: Like<br />
all other tourists who show up we are summoned to pay our entrance<br />
fee.<br />
It would be totally wrong though to conclude from this that tourists<br />
are not welcome to funerals. On the contrary, as part <strong>of</strong> the<br />
visitors' crowd they contribute to the reputation <strong>of</strong> the tongko-
nan <strong>of</strong> the mourning family. <strong>The</strong> more<br />
guests the better the party.<br />
In 1986 the village <strong>of</strong> Ke'te' Kesu' - today<br />
a UNESCO world heritage site -<br />
saw the ten-day funeral <strong>of</strong> its renowned<br />
leader Ne' Duma. 300 kilometres away<br />
at Makassar airport tourist <strong>of</strong>ficials distributed<br />
pamphlets in Indonesian and<br />
English language drawing attention to<br />
the "truly unique <strong>Toraja</strong> event." Tens <strong>of</strong><br />
thousands <strong>of</strong> visitors followed the call<br />
to what turned out to be one <strong>of</strong> the most<br />
memorable funeral celebrations ever.<br />
Being aware <strong>of</strong> the outsiders' disdain<br />
for animal slaughter, Ne' Duma's family<br />
urged Kathleen Adams, whom they<br />
Ne‘ Dumas tau-tau in Ke‘te‘ Kesu‘
considered an adopted daughter, to explain the cultural value <strong>of</strong> the massive buffalo<br />
sacrifice to the foreign audience. As an anthropologist, they expected her voice to be<br />
compelling.<br />
In fact water buffaloes are the animals most dear to the <strong>Toraja</strong>. <strong>The</strong>y are fostered all<br />
their life and don't have to do any farm work. <strong>The</strong> price <strong>of</strong> an average animal is about<br />
1,500 US dollar while top- rated<br />
buffaloes may reach the value <strong>of</strong><br />
a luxury car. Thus <strong>Toraja</strong> funerals<br />
are a great financial burden.<br />
"You spend your money on travelling,<br />
we gladly spend it for funerals,"<br />
I was told by a young female<br />
tourist guide. Incidentally,<br />
this is almost the same wording<br />
Kathleen Adams reports her <strong>Toraja</strong><br />
family to have used on the<br />
occasion <strong>of</strong> Ne' Duma's funeral.
Buffalo sacrifices are quite a bloody affair.<strong>The</strong> animals are killed by a clear cut through<br />
the throat. Seconds pass until they slowly conceive that something is wrong. Some<br />
buffaloes react at this point <strong>with</strong> a last defiant struggle, a moment not <strong>with</strong>out danger<br />
to the animal leader<br />
and the crowd<br />
<strong>of</strong> onlookers that<br />
is even warned by<br />
an English spoken<br />
announcement.<br />
Nevertheless,<br />
neither this nor<br />
their disdain for<br />
animal slaughter<br />
can prevent<br />
the tourists from<br />
pressing forward<br />
chasing for the<br />
best shot.
Tongkonan<br />
<strong>The</strong> tongkonan is much more than a mere house.<br />
Rather, it can be considered the focal point <strong>of</strong> the<br />
social structure <strong>of</strong> <strong>Toraja</strong> society. A person's place<br />
in society is determined by his affiliation to certain<br />
tongkonans.<br />
This is <strong>of</strong> even higher importance than blood relationship.<br />
During her research Kathleen Adams<br />
was 'adopted' to the tongkonan <strong>of</strong> Ne' Duma <strong>of</strong><br />
Ke'te' Kesu' village. Years later she met a native<br />
<strong>Toraja</strong> at her American university. Both tried to<br />
make out if they had common 'family' ties. In order<br />
to do so, she reports, no names <strong>of</strong> people were<br />
referred to but solely names <strong>of</strong> tongkonans.<br />
<strong>The</strong> tongkonan takes centre stage in most rituals
and celebrations which in return enhance its reputation and thus the social prestige<br />
<strong>of</strong> the affiliated family. As in the case <strong>of</strong> funerals many <strong>of</strong> these festivities pose a considerable<br />
financial challenge to the family which can only be met by joint efforts. Even<br />
relatives that have taken jobs in faraway areas <strong>of</strong> the Indonesian archipelago - which<br />
is quite commonly the case - or who have migrated to foreign countries are expected<br />
to partake in and contribute funds to the wellfare <strong>of</strong> the homely tongkonan.
Thus the tongkonan strengthens the sense <strong>of</strong> community among people and by every<br />
ritual related to the house the family's bond <strong>with</strong> their ancestors is renewed. Each<br />
house has its unique lineage. <strong>The</strong> oldest and most prestigious tongkonans can trace<br />
their lineage back to the beginning <strong>of</strong> time itself, when the first ancestors descended<br />
from heaven on a huge ladder made <strong>of</strong> stone to settle in the tropical forest hills <strong>of</strong> Sulawesi.<br />
"Only if we remember who we are we will not forfeit our culture," Lisa claimes during<br />
our very first excursion. Lisa makes his living by explaining his world to the tourists<br />
he guides. It is obvious, however, that this topic matters to him personally. "I had to<br />
learn all the names and relations <strong>of</strong> six generations back in time. That certainly wasn't<br />
easy. Yet only if you know your ancestors you are able to retain your identity."<br />
<strong>The</strong> concept <strong>of</strong> 'identity' is quite in vogue in anthropological literature but rather rarely<br />
heard in common talk. <strong>The</strong> fact that Lisa uses the term might be seen as an indication<br />
that the vast anthropological work written about <strong>Toraja</strong> society influences that<br />
very society in turn. It changes the way people think about themselves.<br />
<strong>The</strong> typical <strong>Toraja</strong> village is made up <strong>of</strong> two rows <strong>of</strong> buildings <strong>with</strong> an empty square inbetween. <strong>The</strong> row <strong>of</strong> tongkonans<br />
is always facing north, the direction <strong>of</strong> human life, and is mirrored by the row <strong>of</strong> smaller rice barns (alang).
Tourism may have a similar<br />
impact, too.<br />
As mentioned before, <strong>Toraja</strong><br />
society is <strong>of</strong> feudal character.<br />
Traditionally, large<br />
funerals and buffalo sacrifices<br />
as well as the construction<br />
<strong>of</strong> a tongkonan used to<br />
be confined to the nobility<br />
and free men while ornamental<br />
decoration <strong>of</strong> the<br />
houses and use <strong>of</strong> tau-tau<br />
used to be a privilege <strong>of</strong> noble<br />
men only.<br />
In tourist marketing, however,<br />
all this counts as 'typical<br />
<strong>Toraja</strong>.' Nowadays most
<strong>Toraja</strong> <strong>of</strong> whatever status identify <strong>with</strong> these<br />
cultural symbols and feel proud <strong>of</strong> them. So<br />
does outside influence endanger the authenticity<br />
<strong>of</strong> tradition? Might it serve to turn genuine<br />
culture into mere folklore?<br />
Kathleen Adams rebuts these fears. In her<br />
book she argues that the adaptiveness <strong>of</strong> <strong>Toraja</strong><br />
society to new influences is actually a precondition<br />
to preserve their culture through<br />
the changes <strong>of</strong> time. <strong>The</strong>y face the transformations<br />
<strong>of</strong> their environment <strong>with</strong> self-confidence<br />
and adjust them to their needs. Only<br />
thus they were able to embrace the Christian<br />
faith <strong>with</strong>out losing the way <strong>of</strong> their ancestors.<br />
An old and notably splendid tongkonan. <strong>The</strong> many horns piled up<br />
on the front pole give evidence <strong>of</strong> many buffalo sacrifices and increase<br />
the prestige <strong>of</strong> the house. <strong>The</strong> floral ornaments are pro<strong>of</strong> <strong>of</strong><br />
the nobility <strong>of</strong> the family whose ancestors seem to have been active<br />
headhunters as well: human skulls are laid out on the high ledge.
<strong>The</strong> Wedding<br />
As fundamental as it seems death is <strong>of</strong> course not the only important topic in <strong>Toraja</strong><br />
life. Having been told <strong>of</strong> an upcoming wedding we mount our scooters and drive<br />
to the place. We go there on chance as we don't know anybody <strong>of</strong> the wedding party<br />
and have not been invited. But again we are kindly welcomed and invited to join the<br />
other guests on their bamboo platform. Our standard gift though is met <strong>with</strong> some<br />
sneering glances: cigarettes are obviously reserved for funerals and we make our carton<br />
quickly disappear in our bag.<br />
No doubt the wedding is a gaudy affair <strong>with</strong> rewarding scenes for a photographer. In<br />
general, however, the ceremony is rather formal if not to say stern. None <strong>of</strong> the jolly<br />
mood that is so vibrant at funerals. <strong>The</strong> dignified entry <strong>of</strong> the bridal couple is followed<br />
by some rather short performances <strong>of</strong> music and dance after which time slowly passes<br />
<strong>with</strong> seemingly endless speeches. Finally the guests are feasted <strong>with</strong> a fine meal.<br />
That photo <strong>of</strong> the standing bride and groom which I shot somehow reminds me - I<br />
beg your pardon - <strong>of</strong> the annual congress <strong>of</strong> the Chinese communist party.
Maruang Tongkonan<br />
When our guide Lisa asked his relatives at Maruang if we might live in the tongkonan<br />
for a while his request wasn not met <strong>with</strong> unanimous approval. Foreigners in the<br />
house <strong>of</strong> the ancestors? Finally Ne' Yayu, the eldest, took a decision and told Lisa that<br />
we were welcome in Maruang.
As is the case <strong>with</strong> many tongkonans nowadays, Maruang stands partly empty. <strong>The</strong><br />
lower level is occupied by Novita and her daughter Gonna while nobody resides on<br />
the upper floor. <strong>The</strong> rest <strong>of</strong> the family has constructed new houses to the sides <strong>of</strong> the<br />
old mansion <strong>of</strong> the ancestors which provide facilities for a life more comfortable.<br />
Thus we move to the upper floor which houses the traditional living quarters: a large<br />
central room <strong>with</strong> two smaller chambers to each side. <strong>The</strong> plain inside <strong>of</strong> the house<br />
contrasts sharply <strong>with</strong> its abundantly decorated facade.<br />
No one speaks English in Maruang,<br />
not even Novita who teaches<br />
Japanese at the local school. Gonna<br />
is the only one totally unimpressed<br />
by this lack <strong>of</strong> mutual understanding<br />
and she keeps on chit-chatting<br />
<strong>with</strong> us all day long.<br />
What a pity that I cannot write<br />
down her stories.
<strong>The</strong> kids <strong>of</strong> Maruang play ball<br />
Time for the ride to school
Lisa chatting <strong>with</strong> his<br />
relatives<br />
Grandmother roasting<br />
fresh c<strong>of</strong>fee
Thank you<br />
to Ne‘ Yayu‘ and the family<br />
<strong>of</strong> Maruang Tongkonan
<strong>Toraja</strong><br />
<strong>The</strong> <strong>Art</strong> <strong>of</strong><br />
<strong>Life</strong> <strong>with</strong><br />
<strong>Death</strong><br />
copyright 2016<br />
Collin Key