Sumanto:“I am sane, but not ordinary”
January 28, 2003
APUNGENT smell exuded from the man and the breath he expelled. He laughed sneeringly behind the bars of a police cell in Purbalingga police station, Central Java. A gaping wound on his left arm from which pus still seeped certainly also contributed to the unpleasant smell. Even the fragrant smoke of kretek clove cigarettes, which TEMPO was forced to offer him one after the other throughout the interview, was unable to overcome it.
This man was S
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