What if nuclear bomb had not been invented? What if the West had not win the Cold War, would the world be less benign or perhaps less malign? What if the Bandung Conference became a successful movement in gathering the Third World solidarity? What if there was a strong coalition of non-aligned governments in Asia and Africa? What if Southeast Asia had a different grouping that overcame Asia and bypassed the Pacific? What if the Berlin Wall never fell? What if the Berlin Wall had never been built? What if the leftist movement in Asia was able to gain bigger power? How close did we come to alternative worlds the Bandung Conference imagine?

Of all words that human beings have invented so far, one of the saddest is “It might have been.” What’s the use of asking what if? Entertaining pain? Indulging regret?

If history is written by the victors, then we are the losers, crying foul at the progress of time. The event of history, perhaps, is like the event of love—sometimes its just happened because it was in the right time and it was in the right place. Contingency.
Have love ever played any important role in our history? Or indeed, it is actually the motor of history? Love for nation, love for money, love for women, love for religion. Too much love will kill you.

These narratives are ephemera of a dangerous liaison between nationalism and communism. The West, however, tragically aborted their passionate love affairs. Our stories come from Malaysia, Philippines and Indonesia. In the past, these countries once created a failed federation that only lasted for two months, they named themselves as Maphilindo. What if this union lasts longer?