dr. Gloria Karina (Medical Team 9, Central Sulawesi emergency response team) - Our team arrived in Ramba Village, greeted by strong wind that carried dust, and we had to close our eyes, as dust went into our eyes. That day, we started the health service in Ramba, which I thought was on the coast where many coconut trees grew. Many people in Ramba were enthusiastic about getting a health examination, and so there was a long queue. As usual I did my job as a doctor at a mobile clinic. While examining a patient, my attention caught the sight of an old man, without any shirt, just a sarong, and walking slowly with crooked body, towards our health service post. My mind raced on one thought – whether it was so hot in the refugee tent or around it that the man did not wear any shirt? I continued with medical examination of my patient. I heard Amri say loudly by my side and I was curious of what happened, "Is that okey for you to carry that, sir?" Amri asked while pointing at an object that resembled a knife which the man strapped on his waist. The man did not answer, but asked question, "I want cigarette" (while giving a gesture of smoking). I wanted to know and I answered, "I have no cigarettes sir, we have no cigarettes here. Are you here for medical examination? Are you sick?" I asked while observing his facial expression and looked intently at his knife. He did not answer my question. His eyes were not fixated on anything but moved around, while talking in the local language which I did not understand, and the man left the medical service post walking in difficulty with his crooked body. And neighbour translated what he was saying, "The Lord of the Sky sent me, and I was an exceptional soldier sent from the sky to kill the dark spirits." I understood that he had a mental problem. If I had much time (and many people were waiting in line), I wanted to further talked with that man. In short, medical service was done, and out of curiosity, I asked about that man to the people, and it turned out that his story was widely known in the village because everybody, including children, knew about him. His name was Mr Suryadi or Yadi as people called him, and he was eighty years old. Mr Yadi’s family lived in the village, including his sister and niece who lived in the same house. Mr Yadi never married, and had mental problem at ten years old. People did not know the cause of his mental problem. His family put him on a wooden chain when he was a child, but when he was an adult he was released and walked around the village. Mr Yadi ate food given by people and slept on verandas of people’s houses, on the open field, on river banks, on gardens, even in cow pens. The river was where his life was because that was where he bathed, urinated and so on. Bapak Yadi jarang pulang kerumahnya. The family had given up on Mr Yadi and not worry about him, and MR Yadi had to survive on his own and accepted food from people. Banyak hal menarik setelah saya mendengar cerita warga. As Mr Yadi did not disturb people, not making any disturbance, not even burting anybody, people had pity on him and fed him. People felt that they already helped him. I asked the people, whether people in Ramba, the hamlet chief, the village chief, the village midwife even the community health centre ever tried to get any treatment for Mr Yadi 70 years, not even to the mental hospital? The family was indeed not able to take care or take the initiative to get the treatment, but would there be anybody else to report this to the subdistrict office or to district office so that Mr Yadi can get a treatment? Remember...70 years." I was not happy to have asked the question because it may have sounded very emotional or frontal because afterwards they were silent, even the hamlet chief. It was sad to witness people with mental health receiving no assistance or help or treatment. We knew what we needed when we were sick, i.e. by seeking medical treatment. But people with serious mental problems did not know what they needed. They would not say they were sick, they wanted this or that, but it was the sensitivity and care of other peoploe around them to understand what they needed. They only kept silent as if the world never changed, when other people were busy asking for medical and logistical help after the disaster striked. Mr Yadi slept on open terrain and near the river, or even around the damaged buildings after the disaster,. Then, nobody thought about Mr Yadi not even his family cared to worry about how he was doing. Day three and Mr Yadi passed through in front of people’s damaged houses with an injury and dry blood still visible on his forhead, and Mr Yadi just went passed without asking people for help. Thank God Mr Yadi survived the disaster. I talked to the hamlet chief for a while, and thank God the chief would try to find solution to get medicine for Mr Yadi at the mental hospital after the transition period was over. Thank you to Yayasan SHEEP Indonesia, to give me an opportunity to learn through Mr Yadi’s story, how we had to be sensitive to other people’s needs, and to respond decisively. I was eager to get other lessons with YSI. Thank you to YSI and other emergency response volunteers in Central Sulawesi for their quick response!