And as I sat in this temple square under this gigantic beringin banyan tree, in the dark, there was no electricity, just the full moon, down in this empty square, and I heard the most beautiful sounds, like a Charles Ives concert as I listened to the gamelan music from all the different villagers that came for this once-every-five-years ceremony.
Estaba sentada en la plaza de un templo, debajo de un gran árbol beringin banyan, en la oscuridad; sin electricidad, solo la luz de la luna llena iluminaba la plaza, cuando escuché los sonidos más hermosos, como un concierto de Charles Ives.