In Memory of Arief Budiman (1941-2020)

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young man of 19, my age, but thinner than me, taller, his shirt and trousers crumpled but clean, his manner of speech direct but not agressive, and called ‘Djin’, told me he had translated a chapter from L’Étrangère: from our first meeting at the Faculty of Psychology at the University of Indonesia (UI) in 1960, it was evident that Arief Budiman—who back the