THE sturdily built man with the close-cropped hair strode firmly into the thronging crowd in the city of Rome, Italy, his gaze alert. In one long sleeve of his suit jacket he held a machine gun close. Behind him, a middle-aged man wearing a black peci cap, his lips fixed in a distinctive smile, walked leisurely, relaxed under his escort’s watchful eyes. That day, more than 30 years ago, President Suharto was visiting the ‘Land of Chur