THE narrow row house was dimly lit by a 5-watt bulb. Silence covered the village of Kebagusan in Pasar Minggu, South Jakarta. Ali, the youth who occupied the row house, was sleeping soundly among cardboard boxes filled with books to be sold, when he heard a sudden pounding on the front door. Show us where you hid the weapon, cried a voice. He opened the door to a group of men, among them Ihwanuddin, a cousin who shared his digs. Ali saw his cousi