IT was a small gubuk, a bamboo shelter covered with tree leaves and branches, in the middle of the forest. Inside, Sergeant Sara found snacks seldom seen among poor villagers in the area: dodol (traditional sweets), oranges and milk. When he saw a frail, old man lying in bed in a sarong, Ara thought he must be a special guest of the gubuk’s owner. Could he be Sekarmadji Maridjan Kartosoewirjo, the man he had been looking for? “Pak Karto?” A