These children who came from disadvantaged background are provided with a safe place and healthy activities so they can achieve more than what they could imagine.

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Yesterday, I was in Jakarta to meet, for the first time, the children of the new Solibad project Bintang Solibad. What an amazing day…

It had happened once before. I had felt emotionally overwhelmed when I had gotten out of that car in Mawanga, Uganda, in the middle of nowhere, when kids started dancing and hugging me for what was to become one of the most extraordinary experiences of my life, to validate the Rowan Project which helps Ugandan kids – orphans or struck by AIDS – to go to school.

Three years later, here I was, again, lucky to be part of the “official” kick-off of a Solibad project. This time, we are one hour away from Jakarta’s polluted traffic jam. Welcome to hell.  This is a place where children, from babies to teenagers, together with their families, live in a giant dump, where families have built their houses just metres away from where the garbage comes by hundreds of tons everyday, dumped and burned. From morning to dawn, everyone collects whatever can be reused from these mountains of trash. It is a very tough environment, which I was to visit with their children of the new Solibad Bintang (literally: “The Stars of Solibad”) project, part of a two-site program: one in Jakarta, with 12 kids and one in Yogjakarta, with 16 kids.

But first, there was a taste of paradise to be tasted. We had agreed to meet with Dominique, the amazing founder of Bintang Kali, a program which helps very poor children in different cities of Indonesia.  Together with Tri, one of the pillars of the badminton project, we went to the small, 2-court, poorly-lit badminton hall which is 10 minutes away from the dump, hidden amidst small streets.  Living legend Rexy Mainaky, our Solibad Ambassador from Indonesia, had accepted our offer to talk to the kids and share his experience. He was so eager to meet them that he actually arrived one hour early. Enough time for him to start sharing some of his experience with the other local coaches, while the kids were still at school – a school that was built within the community, only metres away from the dump. One after the other, they arrived in the hall, put their old or borrowed badminton shoes on, and listened carefully to the first advice given by Rexy, who was all smiles and obviously enjoying passing on what he knows.

He explained to us that, when he was a teenager, struggling to make it to the national team, he was living with his aunt, quite far away from his training facilities. Every single day, he would have to wakeup at 5AM to make a three-hour journey to arrive on time for training and then he had to do the exact same journey back every night, with house chores still waiting for him.  The result was that often he got less than an hour of sleep at night.

Rexy explained to the kids that life can be tough for a future badminton champion, but that his experience could be taken as an example that nothing is impossible. The 12 kids of the program were literally drinking his words of wisdom. Five of them received racquets from Rexy, who took some time, while handing over their first racket, to make each of them realize that it was not just a racquet, but a tool they should cherish for what it could bring them. These used rackets had been collected from French badminton fans during the French Open Superseries and were to find a new life in the hands of these amazing kids.

After a training session where Rexy took some time to give them some tips and wore a big smile on his face as he made them sweat like crazy, they were each given tailor-made shirts with the words “Bintang Solibad” on the back. And here they were, all wearing their brand new shirts, holding our hands and taking us to where they lived, a few minutes away.

This place can’t really be described by words. Each house is a tiny wooden structure with giant dirty white bags at the entrance: their work tools. The whole community recycles garbage; that’s what they do for a living. That’s what little 8 year-old Mansoor does before going to school, and after school, and anytime he is not playing badminton.  No wonder this activity creates hopes and dreams in that little kid’s mind. And he is good – he learnt the strokes in only 4 months of weekly practice and already hits hard and well.

Mansoor, more than anyone, finds the motivation in his parents who, like him, spend hours and hours in a putrefying mud of plastics, ashes and very smelly garbage. He is fortunately the only kid of the 12 in the Jakarta program who actually collects garbage. The others, however, all live in that giant dump, with little prospect of a proper job.  They are most likely meant to go back there and work as garbage recyclers are soon as they finish school, even if some of their parents are hoping for a better fate – one that the Bintang Solibad project might bring them.

Rexy, together with the other coaches of the program, were following the kids, going from one house to the others, greeting and talking to the parents, who could have never imagined that the legend of badminton, the 1996 Olympic champion, would come and visit them like that, without prior warning. And Rexy took the time, talked with the moms, dads, even grandparents as some of the parents were out in the dump working at the time. All of the families had twinkles in their eyes when they saw their little ones with their new rackets and new uniforms. Most of the villagers – I estimated the “garbage village” to host 200 to 300 families – were looking at us, a joyful badminton caravan, with astonishment and huge smiles, waving at the ever-joking Rexy and the kids. Then we played badminton, in the village, using the Solibad banner as a net.

Each of the kids got to exchange shuttles with the king, who would hit behind-the-back and between-the-legs trick shots to everyone’s delight. First, in the middle of the village. Then, on the garbage dump itself. Not only for the symbol, but because this is really where these people go, what they do, what they step on. Goats were still there when we arrived, chased by Rexy, who once again showed no kind of disgust, just his smile and warm attitude, while one kid after the other would hit with him, struggling to keep their balance in that combination of everything Jakarta’s inhabitants had rejected.

It was then that I realized that this was both hell and paradise, in the same place, same moment. I realized what a crazy project Bintang Solibad is, and how lucky we were that we might just be able to make a difference for these kids. My throat was dry, my eyes watery. With this huge paradox of the world’s worst living conditions, and these amazingly smiling faces, not one of the kids was showing signs of sadness. They were proud to show their daily living conditions to us. They were just happy. For a few minutes, maybe, but deep inside, I knew that we will do all we can – with the help of thousands of badminton fans and clubs, so that these few minutes turn into hours – when they practice – and maybe a lifetime, if things go as planned.

This is what we hope for – and this is why Dominique’s plan is so extraordinary. Indonesia is a land of badminton. There are opportunities. Rexy mentioned that to the kids. If they work hard, if they practice hard, they might be able to make a living out of badminton. And help their families. Either by being top players, for a select few, but most realistically, for the majority, by entering company teams at a lower level. Some could also become badminton coaches, or umpires (some of whom are being helped financially) and hence, making a living. Leaving this hell thanks to the tool badminton. Thanks to Dominique and the coaches’ amazing vision and dedication. Thanks to Rexy, who did make a difference, by showing these children that hope must be kept alive, no matter what. He is living proof of that and if he made it with also a difficult path to glory, they could too.

Just as I had in Mawanga, Uganda, three years earier, on that morning in Jakarta, I made a promise to myself to continue the hard work Solibad does to contribute to make their daily life a little sweeter. To help them keep smiling. To turn hope into reality. To make a difference because, they, more than anyone in the world, deserve it.

As always, I will get back to my daily life, with the humble thought that we – badminton people, reporters, photographers, players, and anyone involved in the tour – should not complain about the little things. We are so fortunate and we owe it to these kids to be happy and appreciate every little thing we have.

More information is available from www.solibad.net
(the server has had some problems lately, but we are trying our best to put the website back up )

This amazing project was also made possible thanks to the great help by my Thai friend Pornchai and his parents – I would like to have a special thought to them, who will hopefully come to visit the kids soon.

All photos HERE

Editorial & photos by Raphael Sachetat – Badzine Chief Editor and Solibad founder

Sumber : http://www.badzine.net/2016/01/paradise-in-hell/

Kholik was travelling with 4 other teenagers from Bintang Solibad to get to a 2 weeks intensive training English course, paid by the recent individual sponsors of the foundation. He was, as all the others, very excited for this trip : he dropped out of school 2 years ago, never finished his Junior school and has been working in the dump in Bekasi, to collect what is left from the leftovers of Jakarta’s inhabitants. He joined the program and has not missed one training session and has made tremendous progress in just two months and has vowed to get back to school when he comes back from this English course

In Indonesia, as in most countries around the world, one needs an ID card or a birth certificate to get a train ticket. And, as many children from this slum area, Kholik doesn’t have a birth certificate, nor an ID Card. He is, for the country, non existent. But one thing saved him when he was to get his ticket : his Solibad Bintang Club Member card – the only proof of ID he has.

Kholik joined the Solibad Bintang badminton program 2 months ago.. This card saved his journey. Maybe it will change his life. It was just a club membership card, but in many ways, it was the only proof of his existence, his only proof of recognition. And as you read this article, he is on his way, with his four friends from the same village, to a place near Surabaya, a 10 hours trip that the teenagers will do on their own – to enjoy this fabulous opportunity to speak English – a first step towards a path back to school…

A very touching story that we wanted to share with you all, our friends, who donate to Solibad or participate in our events. This is what it’s all for….

Momen pertama dimana Bintang Muria dalah salah satu bagian dari Yayasan Bintang Kidul yaitu Latihan Badminton bersama Coach Didik.

You will certainly have noticed that being with Dominique and finally having the impression that my studies in human rights will be useful, has stimulated me enormousy. Being part of the different projects that she set up and manages has made me change my way of seeing things, it has also allowed me to restore my faith in humanity.

So I went, with her, on an 8 day trip and there was not a single day when I did not rethink my way of thinking about cultural shock, the history of countries and adopting a very philosophical approach to Life and its differences.

Coming from Europe, where the economic situation is so different from Asia and especially from Indonesia, I learned to be flexible, to break the rigidity with which I saw things. In Europe, the child is the most important, the parents over-protect and would do everything for their happiness. In Indonesia, the approach is not the same. It is quite normal to see kids 10 years or younger work at 8pm at the roadside, all alone, selling food or snacks at ridiculously low prices. This is normal because the parents are so poor that if the children do not help the parents, they would not survive. They do not have all the help that we have (and about which we constantly complain, mouth wide open).

The European countries, the rich countries, they exasperate me with their little behaviours of capricious children who cry because they do not have their toys. I do not denigrate the problems in Europe, but I despise the intolerance and stupidity of people. We live in a society where we are controlled by the media. We hear the same speeches on a daily basis, the same discourses that make us believe that it is the end of the world, and that all this is the fault of immigrants or refugees. This kind of speech makes me sick in my guts. This phenomenon is called “post truth politics” ie politicians use the fears of citizens and media speeches as truthful. They use public opinion in their political speeches. Basically, the media scares us, and politicians use our fear to make a speech we want to hear: they will eliminate this fear (in this case immigrants). This speech makes absolutely no sense. This fear is a political fantasy that does not exist.

In short, let us return to the subject. So in 8 days I have discovered many things. I have discovered the other side of Indonesia. I have discovered an Indonesia that does not exist in the eyes of politicians, and in the eyes of the world. An Indonesia where children live in rubbish dumps, an Indonesia where whole villages do not even have access to the internet, an Indonesia where kids work instead of going to school, an Indonesia where kids do not have toys and may have only a plastic fork and the soil to play with.

In Harau, we bought full bags of toys and games to help them to open their minds. We also met with the government and the Ministry of Tourism to develop a festival of traditional music and dance, to develop this magnificent region which is still very little known. This festival will both generate revenue for the local community and promote local traditions (such as Minang songs).

It is not enough to play ostrich and believe that this kind of situation happens only to others. You could also have been born in one of these countries. The poorest countries have more to offer than our rich and individualist countries. I travel because I can no longer be surrounded by fake people who speak to you out of interest. Here at least when you offer a piece of paper and coloured pencils, you feel like Santa Claus. This feeling is worth all the happiness in the world. Think twice.

Anais Bargallo, MA Student in Human Rights, Gadjah Mada University

C’est parti pour le 2ème championnat de badminton des écoles françaises d’Asie, organisé par le Lycée Français de Jakarta ! Les équipes de Bali, Bintang Kidul, Ho Chi Minh, Jakarta, Pékin et Singapour s’affrontent au gymnase Taufik Hidayat, champion du monde en 2005. L’oeil de notre photographe s’est posé sur cet événement et c’est l’occasion d’un coup de projecteur sur le sport national en Indonésie. 

Le badminton est le sport n°1 en Asie et ce sont les Chinois et les Indonésiens qui ont longtemps dominé les compétitions mondiales. Le sport a été introduit dans les années 20 par les minorités chinoises malaises installées à Medan, Sumatra. Il a pris son essor dans les années 50 et la minorité chinoise y excellait toujours. Aujourd’hui, le sport national souffre quelque peu de l’organisation générale des fédérations sportives en Indonésie et du manque de moyens alloués à l’équipe nationale. En conséquence, beaucoup des meilleurs joueurs indonésiens sont partis s’entrainer dans les pays voisins. Les résultats s’en sont faits sentir : aujourd’hui, le meilleur joueur indonésien en simple hommes, Tommy Sugiarto, est classé au 9ème rang mondial. Pareil dans les équipes féminines où Maria Febe Kusumastuti n’est que 25ème joueuse mondiale. On assiste encore néanmoins à de belles victoires comme celle, très symbolique, du double mixte aux Jeux Olympiques de Rio : Liliyana Natsir et Tontowi Ahmad ont gagné la médaille d’Or, offrant ainsi à l’Indonésie sa première médaille olympique, qui plus est le jour de la Fête Nationale.

Venez assister aux petites et grandes finales samedi 26 novembre et soutenir les joueurs : 

 Source : badmania.fr

(www.lepetitjournal.com/jakarta) vendredi 25 novembre 2016

Crédit Photos : M. Dassonville, C. Feder, P. Grenouilleau, V. Ouvrard

(Jakarta, 18/1/2016)

Prestasi dan kebolehan pemain besar sekelas Rexy Mainaky memang sudah tak perlu dipertanyakan lagi. Kelihaiannya mengayunkan raket hingga kemampuannya menjadi pelatih di berbagai negara pun sudah bukan menjadi rahasia.

Namun rupanya semua itu belum cukup memuaskan kontribusi Rexy di dunia bulutangkis. Di sela-sela kesibukannya sebagai Kepala Bidang Pembinaan dan Prestasi tim nasional bulutangkis Indonesia, Rexy menyempatkan diri untuk terus menularkan “virus bulutangkis”-nya ke berbagai kalangan.

Seperti yang dilakukannya kali ini (18/1) di Bintara, Bekasi. Peraih medali emas Olimpiade Atlanta tersebut tak canggung berbaur dengan 12 anak dari keluarga pemulung yang semangat ingin berlatih bulutangkis. Anak-anak tersebut hidup di lingkungan tempat pembuangan sampah raksasa di Jakarta dan tidak berada di lingkungan sekolah yang normal.

Rexy pun berbagi cerita dengan anak-anak yang juga berada di bawah binaan program Bintang Solibad, kerjasama Yayasan Bintang Kidul dan Solibad.

Kegiatan kali ini diawali dengan berbagi motivasi dan kisah sukses dibalik seorang Rexy Mainaky. Rexy bercerita mengenai perjuangannya memulai kariernya di dunia bulutangkis. Mulai dari sulitnya menjangkau lokasi latihan, pengorbanan waktu dan tenaga demi bisa berlatih bulutangkis, hingga akhirnya menjadi atlet kelas dunia.

“Saya memulai karier bulutangkis dengan banyak tantangan. Saat kecil saya bahkan berlatih di atas tanah saja, lapangan belakang rumah. Kalau sedang hujan, saya latihan sambil hujan-hujanan, jatuh, kepeleset, bangkit lagi, main lagi, begitu terus. Latihan juga tidak pakai sepatu,” kata Rexy mengenang masa kecilnya.

“Banyak kesulitan di awal dulu. Tapi saya terus yakin, rajin, tidak malas dan terus berusaha. Kalau sudah latihan yang rajin dan sungguh-sungguh, kita tinggal tunggu tangan Tuhan yang bekerja. Karena Tuhan tidak tidur. Tuhan yang akan tentukan kita juara atau tidak. Tapi untuk meyakinkan Tuhan, kita harus tunjukkan kalau kita sungguh-sungguh,” cerita Rexy lagi.

Di depan dua belas anak tersebut, Rexy juga berbagi ilmu secara langsung di lapangan. Dengan semangat Rexy mengajarkan teknik-teknik bermain bulutangkis secara singkat. Hal tersebut pun disambut antusias oleh mereka yang rata-rata usianya 8 tahun hingga 15 tahun itu.

Sumber : http://badmintonindonesia.org/app/information/newsDetail.aspx?/4555