MORNING arrives at Mustika Tigaraksa always later than flies do. While the sun is still shrouded in the darkness of the night, tens, maybe hundreds, of those waste-devouring insects already come to visit houses in the residential compound in Tangerang regency. From the mountain of waste in a corner of the compound, the winged creatures spread everywhere. Some stay in the yards, but there are also those that manage to creep to dinner tables. And a