THE sound of waves was vaguely heard. Tony Broer, an actor from Bandung, West Java, stood in a large wok, like a small boat. His gaze was empty. His pathetic figure reflected a condition between life and death. His thick. dirty grey beard covered his face. His long hair was unkempt. Now and again, his hands were directed upward with his eyes staring into space. His mouth mumbled some inaudible sentences. Around him were the bodies of men and wom