Mormonism is something quite foreign in many non English speaking countries, especially in places where Catholics are already a minority, like where I come from. I grew up in what people might call a small town, although it was really just a cluster of rural neighborhoods. To give you a sense of how underdeveloped my “town” was, Catholicism only started to grow in the past 30 years, and we didn’t even have our first ATM machine until 2009. In a place like that, the idea of mormonism felt completely distant, let alone meeting a mormon. Years ago, meeting a catholic felt unusual for kids from my village because we kinda used to homogeneity. Things started to change when I moved to a bigger city for junior high school. The city was relatively bicycle friendly, and I often rode around using a bike borrowed from my school whenever I needed to run errands or just explore. During those rides, especially when passing through Ahmad Dahlan or Sudirman Street, I frequently noticed something ...