The moment I saw this silky batik in a little shop in Koh Lanta, I knew where it would fit.
There are different types of batik and this one is not for wearing, it is to be hung on the wall. Its colour and the decoration were just perfect for a certain wall. And it was also the perfect memory of a beautiful land: to be hung close to the shores of a familiar sea, as a reminder of the exotic beauty of an Ocean far away. And after all, a souvenir has more value if it has a meaning, if it fits someone and no one else. Well, it took me more to write this down that to actually buy it.
Life is full of unexpected contingencies and it just so happens that the batik never made it to its perfect spot. The batik is in great shape and is now in Brussels, waiting for its final destination. But the wall to which it was destined is none of my business any longer. And so, the souvenir will stay here for a while, in the no-man's land of the unplanned, until I find its new home.
Things happen sometimes and then a souvenir from Thailand unwillingly becomes a batik of change.
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