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And then there were the links that hinted at a life lived before the grid of followers and retweets. A weathered passport page with a smudged stamp. A grainy family portrait with a father in a suit and a woman in a plain kebaya, both looking at the camera as if it had the power to hold them still. Those artifacts suggested journeys—literal and metaphoric—through villages and cities, eras of scarcity and sudden abundance, migrations small and large. They connected the personal and the political, the way an old bicycle leaning against a wall can tell you both how people moved and how they were moved by history.