LUNCH was ready. The main menu was fresh fish. All was freshly cooked with rising steam still visible. The soft breeze from the Buyat Beach was sending the sweet aroma of cooked fish into the air, making some of the guests who had arrived suddenly hungry. Not far from the beach, chairs had been arranged in rows, in preparation for the al fresco party. This was a big bash. Naturally. Bigwigs were coming. And that day Buyat village went down in