THE 11 year old boy was sweating profusely. The heat of the sun failed to discourage Dadan—a pseudonym—from flying his kite high in the sky.

In the morning hours, the second grader should have been attending his classes. However, as he had been caught gambling by means of a coin being turned on its edge, locally called macan buram, this Rawa Rengas, Banten, village boy was unwilling to go to school. “They often scoff at me,” he told Temp