MIDUN is only an ordinary used-goods vendor. Every day he goes hunting door to door for secondhand goods. In his eyes, every used article can be turned into cash. But on that fateful day in the early 1970s he was hunting in the wrong place at the wrong time. Midun had long set his eyes on piles of books lying untended in a vacant house on the corner of Jalan Seroja within the housing compound of employees of the Provisional Peoples Consultative A