Some conversations with the staff
nurses can be very interesting. When I was on call on Thursday I sat at the pantry
with Kak Burak and Winnie amongst others and the conversation started to drift
to tattoos.
“I saw one old guy upstairs with
really nice tattoos. Those bunga terung,” I remarked.
“Oh, you shouldn’t play-play with
those Dr Aizat. In the old days you were not allowed to have a bunga terung
tattoo unless you have taken a head,”
“Eh what about all those kids
with bunga terungs one?”
“Those are modern tattoos. In the
old days one head meant one bunga terung. If you see a tattoo of a complete
band around an upper arm, it means that he was a brave warrior. An incomplete band
however...”
“Not so brave? Who decides who
gets what tattoo?”
“Yes... not so brave. The chief
head hunter. At my house there are five heads,”
“What? Your house? Where?”
“My longhouse. They scare me
sometimes,”
“What kind of Iban is scared of
heads?”
“Modern Ibans.”
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