A BALINESE LESSON Foto Sofi Brabant Fiorella Connie Carollo “Back to Nature” shouted Madè as soon as I went past his room on my scooter. That was his mantra, in the spring of 2007. Made was in charge of the small house I rented from his uncle during my six-month staying in Ubud. He was a 23 y.o. boy, not particularly good-looking, got a diploma in Hospitality thanks to his elder brother’s financial support. The elder brother Wayan, while working as a room-boy in his teens, met an Australian donor who paid for his schooling up to University and then Wayan paid for Made’s schooling up to his Diploma. From the beginning, Made impressed me for his destiny as the “ugly duckling” of the family. In fact, while Wayan was indeed a good looking man, tall, with a “Colgate smile”, also smart and lucky, Made wasn’t that good-looking and lucky. He hadn’t found any Australians willing to sponsor him and unlike his elder brother who married his high-school sweetheart, Made...