A nation is not born with magic. It is born with two faces. Like “Janus”, an intellectual said and a yelling Janus, it seems. When I was fifteen, I sang for Bung Karno. The first President was visiting and staying at the official residence (the former colonial government Resident’s) in our city. A thousand junior high school children had been readied to appear at 6:30 in the yard of that old ornate house, to sing a morning choru