Anyone who has been alone will know that you are never alone. Even a room is a world: there are always the growing mold and the gaping roof tiles. Time, overtaking history on the highways, will always push its way in. Like the second half of t he 1940s, in Jakarta, when history was jolted and its quaking felt even in quite discrete private rooms: on that day a nation was almost annulled. Only three years after Indonesia stood up, a large force ca