- For Abdurrahman Wahid

If I were in your place, Gus, I would tidy up my desk and walk towards the door. I would walk out the door. Like blind Oedipus leaving the throne and the city of Thebes.

Oedipus was probably trembling. With his eyeballs still dripping blood after he stabbed them, he would not have known the fate waiting to confront him. He was probably bitter. How had he wronged, actually? The gods had destined him to murder his own f