PRAMOEDYA Ananta Toers body was lowered into the grave. Covered with earth. And right then, around four in the afternoon, half the Jakarta sky grew dark, the air pregnant with rainas though a setting for the last scene of mourning at Karet Bivak cemetery. And suddenly a song was heard, sung reverently in chorus, young voices soaring:

Here in this land of beautyThe People, in millions, drenched in bloodWorkers children without schoolVillage youth w