The Place Where I Belong

Papua ??? Yes, We Have Batik by : Huwaida Najla Alaudina Hi guys, you met me again here, and of course with a lot more to know with me. Now, I would like to tell you about an interesting story about Papua. Well, you know about Papua, don’t you?. I believe all of you will nod your head, right ?. Ok, just to remind you. Papua is the largest province of Indonesia,  located in the center of the Papua island or the eastern part of West New Guinea (Irian Jaya). Eemmh… don’t you know that actually Papua has so many cultures ?. And one of them is Batik. Moreover, UNESCO has even declared Batik as an object of cultural heritage produced by Indonesia. So,  batik is not only  from Java island but also from the rest of Indonesia. We can find various kinds of Batik. Even Papua itself also has Batik as its cultural heritage. So, what is so distinctive of Papua’s Batik and that of  other ethnical batik ?. Ok, here I’ll tell you. It is clear enough that Papua’s Batik has different char

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