IN days gone by, people often saw hope. It took the form of a falling star, or what we call a pulung: a ball of light in the night sky, a sign that someone had been chosen for greatness, and with it, would bring the complicated world into control.

In other words, hope was something extraordinary. And this continues to this very day. Of course, no falling stars have been seen at Cikeas, on the roof of the house of the new President of Indone