I remember Z, and a few days in October, 1965.

It was those days not yet a week since the "September 30^th Movement" had captured and murdered some army generals and was then quickly foiled before going any further. It was as though Indonesia was in the midst of civil war. What was going to happen? Who would win and who would be destroyed? The atmosphere was tense, confused, uncertain, and at a house in Cisadane street in Jakarta, Z, a