JURNAL is a section featuring akumassa articles written by members of communities participating in akumassa workshops, alongside contributing writers. The section addresses broadly framed themes drawn from everyday life, focusing on small-scale narratives, specific locations, and mass events as experienced, observed, and reflected upon by the authors themselves.
The place names used as labels for each article do not always refer to the location as the subject of the narrative or as the site where a particular event occurred. In certain cases, these location labels instead indicate where the article was written, while the content itself may address issues of a more general nature that are not directly related to the location in question.
The writings published in JURNAL employ the approaches and forms of citizen journalism, placing personal and collective experience at the center of knowledge production. By foregrounding first-hand perspectives and the authors’ proximity to the contexts they document, the section articulates a mode of storytelling distinct from that of mainstream journalism.
JURNAL section on akumassa.id creates space for citizens’ voices to narrate their own realities, contributing alternative readings of social life while expanding the public discourse through perspectives that are plural, grounded, and deeply contextual.
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Becoming a Cartographer is Easy!
The surprise amazement came when I entered a modest gallery in Tebet Timur, South Jakarta. On June 7, 2012 evening, I took the time to attend the opening event of…
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Edvard Munch, Whom We Missed
During our visit to Copenhagen, we took the time to come to the National Museum, Statens Museum for Kunst. Hopefully, our visual vocabulary would be increased, especially in the fine…
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TPS Kelapa Dua
My eyes went back to those waste workers. Some of them were busy unloading, lifting and pushing the waste, while Sobri seemed engrossed in conversation with someone wearing a shirt.…
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Reading the ‘Reading’
The meaning of ‘reading’ was very extensive. The value of the ‘reading’ activity was very noble and very useful when we could understand what the real ‘reading’ was.
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Behind the Concrete and the Steel
I think it is a part of the impact of the dynamic life of urban people. It is very natural and inevitable. The competition in the city, with the heterogeneous…
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Worshipping on the Roof of the Market
As soon as we got in, apparently we stood in a small long hallway. In the right corner there was a place to perform the wudhu and a bathroom without…
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The Confusion at Parung Bingung: Parung Bingung as Folklore
The story of Parung Bingung can be categorized as a form of folklore, considering it is spread orally (oral tradition), traditional and has been happening for at least two generations.…
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From the Effect of Television to the Baby Fritter
There was Ponari the son of lightning who earned millions of rupiah because he had found a magic stone after he had been struck by lightning. He was named the…
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Migration: The Essence of Hijra in the Context of Islam
A country or nation makes the migration a political issue; by definition, it is a homeland of a nation which is characterized by the ethnic and cultural similarities, while the…
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No Photography of E-ticketing Allowed
The e-ticketing program, just like the users have said earlier, so far is still a problem, either from the readiness of facility and infrastructure aspect or from the readiness of…
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Dulon the Idol
Among the 80 thousand people who joined the audition, there was one of my friends who came all the way from Baso, Agam Regency, West Sumatra to Jakarta to try…
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Bangsal and I
The Bangsal Harbor was a crossing place to go to Three Islands (Gili Trawangan, Gili Meno and Gili Air). Bangsal also became one of the livelihood places of residents to…
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In Lenteng Agung, We Shared a Story about an Event 12 Years Ago
Where were the members of Forum Lenteng in the days before the Reformation 12 years ago? How far that Reformation has achieved its goal all this time according to them? I tried…
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Dinner with a King in Nagari Badewa
While we were enjoying the meal, two men came, one of them had a height of about 180 cm. Suddenly all people around me stood up, stopped their eating, and…
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The Footnote of this Election
One by one the ballot paper was opened and read aloud by the head of PPS. The audiences seemed tense. The anxious faces of the candidates’ families were visible. The…
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The Memory that Remained
Not all had changed. Some things were still the same like they had used to be. The voice of the ticket seller was still the same, with the same tone…
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Watching Familys Dangdut in East Pamulang
The show was getting merrier. It was proven from the audiences who seemed enthusiastic to fill up the stage area, especially in the front part of the stage. The children…
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The Just Ordinary Round of Sixteen
Any country that qualified for the World Cup usually was a country which had a good building system. Besides that, it also had a good state system (in this case,…
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The Election and the Three Sisters
In the middle of this big problem, the closeness between family members felt more, and so did the level of religiosity, to the mystical level. They kept repeating the story…
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The Rice, Cassava and Corn Competed for the Votes
From my conversation with my neighbor behind my house, he said that the money game like that was common. In the previous elections it had also happened. However, the money…
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The World Cup’s Myths: From Tsubasa’s Back to Advertisement Curse
Once I’ve accompanied my friend searching for information about football. It was quite fun, making me want to keep watching this game which was played by 22 people. My friend…
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I Want to be Mick Jagger
That’s Mick Jagger and his influence on the young people’s lifestyle in Indonesia from various eras. They actualize themselves with ‘Jagger’. But nowadays the idol concept has shifted a little.…
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Pledge
I believe, certainly the people’s paradigm in my hometown wouldn’t be that bad without any cause. Now I came to think about it, here was the connection. It was because…
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A Note of a Non-demonstrator
I am a college student who is fighting back, but I am not a ‘demonstrator’. I am a citizen who blends in with the mass, but I am not a…
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Making a Living in the Middle of Tumultuous Sound
Ibu Ida was still excited to sell her lumpia like the spirit of football spectators. She took part in enlivening the game by selling food inside the stadium. Her aim…
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Paying My Ten Years of Absence
Ten years ago I had closed my childhood life story in this Cornelis Chastelein town. After that I had not lived in Depok anymore. And now, 10 years later, I…
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Whose Bridge is This?
That bridge still stayed silent on its place, waiting for a more serious repair. I didn’t know which government that would repair it because of its existence which was between…
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Traveling Bank
However, because the salary is not enough to cover the daily needs, so borrowing money without collateral becomes the endless solution. And the laziness to gather around uttering the pledge…
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The Collection of Notes
Various cultures were not appreciated in the actual context with their historical background, which we discussed as a new expression in viewing the present social culture phenomenon development. We admitted…
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Fishermen from Bedulan
Skin smells fishy, burnt and moldy. Sharp eye with a thirst looked at to the women across at the pier. They could not stand their mouth to tease them in…
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A Rich King in a Nonarable Land
Randublatung, a small town in Blora Regency, Central Java, is like a dull pearl on a king’s crown covered by dust. This small town is a part of Cepu Block…
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Lime at Dark Land
It is called Tanah Hitam (Dark Land). A sub district at the foot of Tui Hill, a lime hill mined by public as a source of life. A terrifying landslide…
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Barokah Restaurant, A Bunch of Love Story, and The Perfect Strangers
It was a mango season. At every house I visited I was served mangoes. It was a pleasure, even though they caused a little problem to my digesting system. Randublatung…
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A Story about a Journey on the Bengawan Train
A few minutes later the clutter had been over. It seemed that the child who was stuck had gotten the help. But, only a few seconds later, came out another…
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Never Give Up Red Fabric
“Scary!” that was the first word that came out of Ageung’s mouth when she saw Mr. Tris, who wore a shroud costume. “Funny,” that word was also from Ageung when…



































