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Meat? Really? Starved, Uzbe swallowed it. But there was something in it. He suddenly felt so dizzy. His consciousness was fading out fast. He fell. Two men emerged from the heavy mist and put him in a sack. Uzbe was horrified. With his last energy, he whined: Dad, Mom, take this nightmare away But would he ever wake up at all? Bali, 2008, Uzbe went missing. Him and his owners, a Canadian and Balinese couple, relentlessly searched for each other, navigating their way across dog-eating world and mass culling for rabies outcry in an island where social gaps, prejudice, and cultural clashes laid in a plain sight. The journey somehow brought the best of them and those they encountered along the way. Paradise can be deceiving. Hell can be uplifting. This is a tale inspired by true events that will make you wonder what should you feel.

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Publié par	Austin Macauley Publishers
Date de parution	30 septembre 2019
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781528960168
Langue	English
Poids de l'ouvrage	1 Mo

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Uzbe Is Missing
Nan
Austin Macauley Publishers
2019-09-30
Uzbe Is Missing About the Author About the Book Dedication Copyright Information © Acknowledgement Chapter 1 His Name Was Uzbe A Long Way to Home Into the Unknown Buying Time Chapter 2 Uzbe Is Missing Where Are You? Revolution of Toughness Believe Building Hope, Building Love A Piece of Home Finding Paradise Chapter 3 The Nightmares in Reality The Nightmares in Truth The Swiss Family Chapter 4 Out of the Frying Pan, into the Fire The End for the New Beginning? Candle Light in Darkness Flower Is Always a Flower Run Uzbe Run… The Swiss Family, Finally Chapter 5 Finding Peace A Bright Dark Day Man Is What He Believes Facing Reality A Pack, a Freaky Pack There Is No Place like Home Chapter 6 A Little Black Love Chapter 7 There Is Something About Today Magical Bali Closure Dictionary of Terms and Words
About the Author
Since she was a little girl selling fried banana in her hometown, Nan always lived her life her own way. When traveling was still a foreign concept in Indonesia, she already went backpacking alone or cruising on her dirt bike. She has traveled to many corners of the world and is counting. Experiencing different social and environmental landscapes has made her attached to conservation and animal-welfare issue. After finishing her postgraduate scholarships, she started working for several NGOs and co-founded Reef Check Foundation Indonesia. She now lives in Canada with her two dogs.
About the Book
Meat? Really?
Starved, Uzbe swallowed it. But there was something in it. He suddenly felt so dizzy. His consciousness was fading out fast. He fell.
Two men emerged from the heavy mist and put him in a sack.
Uzbe was horrified. With his last energy, he whined:
Dad, Mom, take this nightmare away…
But would he ever wake up at all?
Bali, 2008, Uzbe went missing. Him and his owners, a Canadian and Balinese couple, relentlessly searched for each other, navigating their way across dog-eating world and mass culling for rabies outcry in an island where social gaps, prejudice, and cultural clashes laid in a plain sight. The journey somehow brought the best of them and those they encountered along the way.
Paradise can be deceiving. Hell can be uplifting. This is a tale inspired by true events that will make you wonder what should you feel.
Dedication
For all the street dogs and the warriors that love them.
Copyright Information ©
Nan (2019)
The right of Nan to be identified as author of this work has been asserted by her in accordance with section 77 and 78 of the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without the prior permission of the publishers.
Any person who commits any unauthorized act in relation to this publication may be liable to criminal prosecution and civil claims for damages.
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ISBN 9781528960168 (ePub e-book)
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First Published (2019)
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Acknowledgement
Growing up in Indonesia, I was thought to be afraid of dogs or at least to avoid them. Uzbe is my first dog. When he licked my nose, I knew how much I had been missing. Thank you, Uzbe, for opening up a new door in my life.
There are a lot of doors in this life to choose. I am blessed to have a family and am surrounded by friends that guide me, challenge me, but at the same time trust my choices no matter how weird or ‘seemingly’ wrong they are. Sometimes I don’t know how my brothers, Hockeyanto Setiarto, Pindi Setiawan; and my sister, Luna Setiati, can cope up with this weirdo—rebellious little sister since the day I was born—or how many of my friends still stood by me for so long. A lot of the plots and characters in this novel came alive because of them. Sangeeta Mangubhai, Charisma Alodya, Andre, Joanne Wilson, Mas Dion and Mbok Ayu, Ibu We, Pak We, Melanie Aube, Charles Connoly, Kimpul Sudarsono, Xavier Roy, guess who you are in the novel or which lines were inspired by you.
The novel will not be started without me wanting to be like my dad, Primadi Tabrani, who has written so many books. And without my mom, Ayu Hasanah, whose imagination is as wild as me. Dad, Mom, I love you.
Wanting to be a writer and being an actual published writer is a totally different story, though. It’s a long rollercoaster ride of passion and frustration. Without people giving me encouragement, I would have never finished this novel. Thank you.
The constant whip to keep moving forward without losing touch with reality came from my husband, Pascal Drapeau. I’m not an English native speaker. Even though I have written many documents in English, reports, journals, books, I never wrote an English novel before. I was struggling, and my novel had been stuck for years. Then Pascal told me to embrace the fact that I will always have “an accent” in my English, including my writing. So rather than trying to become a native speaker, I should try to be me more. It worked! My novel was finally finished. I hope you can enjoy my “accent”.
At the end, my gratitude is towards Austin Macauley and the team who put trust in Uzbe Is Missing . Without them this book might still be sitting quietly in the corner of my working room.
Lastly, thank you to whoever discovered tea, my loyal companionship in millions of hours that I have spent finishing this novel.
It was a beautiful morning of the rainy season in Sanur Beach, Bali. The sky was unusually clear and blue, the same shade of blue as the sea. Without the sparkle over the water, it seemed like the world had no horizon. The sacred volcano, Mount Agung, was towering tall in the north. The sunshine revealed its magnificent colours of brown and purple. The gentle rhythm of the breaking waves created a peaceful harmony with the singing of the birds and the chanting from a temple close by. The white sand still felt fresh under the bare feet. Heavy mist was hanging low in the south, obscuring, yet dignifying the mangrove forest behind it.
Suddenly, birds flew chaotically from the mist. A fluffy chubby dog chased them away. He jumped up and down, trying to catch the birds in the air. His fur waved, his ear flopped. He barked from time to time, calling the birds to come back down.
A big white bird descended not too far from him, as if it was answering to his call. The dog stayed still. He put his body as close to the ground as he could. His ears moved backward. His tail wagged impatiently. He crawled towards the bird, slowly, undetectable, or so he thought. Every time he took several steps closer, the bird flew, circling around him and then landed a bit further. Again and again.
The game was on!
The dog heard that someone had called for his name. The voice was loud, but for the dog, it was all fainted. The bird, its movement, its scents, its noises were dominating his senses.
The bird disappeared at the corner of a small alley. The dog stood up. He looked back and gazed for a while towards the faint noise. His eyes were open wide, big and round, like he was smiling with his eyes. Then he turned to the alley and vanished.
“He stared at me with a look like… like he was saying goodbye to me, like he was saying that he was leaving.” Atka sighed. “It was the last time I saw him.”
Atka looked at Tya, who just looked back at him without any words.
Chapter 1

His Name Was Uzbe
“Lonely is a word that does not exist when a loving dog awaits.”
– Tya and Atka
Atka and Tya bought Uzbe at Pasar Burung in Denpasar, Bali. Literally translated, Pasar Burung meant the market of birds. But it sold more than just birds. People in Bali came here to look for live animals, mostly for pets, ranging from cats and dogs to wild animals: owls, snakes, civets, you name it. Rumors even said that in some shady corners, transactions of protected animals were common. Located in the bustling area of the city, this market was a kind of weird oasis of noises, where the sound of rainforests met the sound of human civilization.
That time, Uzbe was… two months old? Or three? Who knows? Nobody here really took a birth record for non-pedigree dogs. The seller said that Uzbe was a Kintamani — husky mix dog. He definitely had a fluffy long fur and a beautiful bushy sickle tail typical to a Kintamani. The husky part? Well… maybe his colour. He had a grey-brownish fur. His snout was white. It continued as a strip up to the forehead. But, whatever age, whatever breed, simply speaking, he was really cute. At a glance, Uzbe looked like a little baby bear.
Uzbe was in a cage full of many other puppies about his age. They yelped and whined, some sneezed from time to time. The cage was one of many, which were put right by the side of the road. Cages that ware too small for that many puppies. They were stacked up there like dolls with batteries in toy stores, walked wobbly on top of each other. Of course, many vehicles would slow down or stop by to enjoy this rare ‘sad but somehow adorable’ scenery, creating little traffic. With so many old vehicles and broken mufflers in the city, the area was filled with choking smokes.
It was not Uzbe’s cuteness that attracted Tya and Atka in the first place. It was his distinct behaviour. Uzbe lay quietly on top of other puppies; which for sure was an agony to them as he was quite chubby compared to others. He looked as people came and went like he did not care. He did not even react when people grabbed and held him. He got the attitude of ‘Bleh…whatever!’.
When an old diesel truck passed by with its loud noise and thick black smoke, a puppy next to him whined non-stop. Uzbe looked at her. He pushed her with his paw, gently, but it was enough to tip the pup down, rolled over several othe