6 am at Central Java

Modern world is a strange place. Before going anywhere, you could virtually ride the streets with google maps, look some photos via instagram, listen for stories of people, who already visited it and create kinda image of this place.
Sometimes expectations are too high. And sometimes reality beats them all.
I heard and read lots of thing about Java. Almost everyone, who i spoke told that its super inhabited, poor, unsafe, messy.. My close friend even described it as "The pain of soul". And know what? One moment I decided to feel that pain, just to see another kind of reality.
And standing in the heart of most inhabited and most explosive (due to numerous volcanos) island in the World, the only feeling, overloading me, is harmony - with people around, with nature, with world and with myself....even tho my self condition wasn’t perfect at all
At that very moment I thought about phrase heard somewhere - "Bali is the morning of the World". With all love I have to this magic island, it's not Bali, it's Java