EVERY April 21, when the word “women” is given the exclamation mark of liberty, I wonder what Yosie would think.

Back in September 1962, I was standing beside her in a corner of Kemayoran Airport in Jakarta. We had just seen off a friend of ours, Amirul, who was flying to Tokyo. 

Yosie was looking somewhat dreamily at the runway. “I like to dream that I am Srikandi, flying,” she said, as though talking to herself.&n