November 11, 2014 edition
Cover Story
SRI Roso Sudarmo seemed to be really enjoying his retirement when Tempo visited him at his home one late afternoon last August. He was watering the lawn and the plants in front of his house in Sleman, a suburb of Yogyakarta. Clad in a T-shirt over a sarong, the 67-year-old former bureaucrat and army man, stood close to his Honda car, parked in front of the garage. His property, as big as a volley-ball court, was shaded by trees, giving an impression of coolness and serenity. "I know why Tempo has come all this way, it must be in the pursuit of news," said the former army colonel, greeting Tempo effusively.
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Investigation
Raden Nuh, 45, wore a three-colored bracelet of woven thread around his wrist. It was a gift from Police Comr.Gen. (ret.) Noegroho Djajoesman, the former police chief for Metropolitan Jakarta from 1998 to 2000. "If I had worn this yesterday, the police would not have arrested me," Raden told Tempo last week. Noegroho who was interviewed just hours before, also wore a similar bracelet.
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Sidelines
One day in 1968 I visited Lempad, the genius artist, at his home in Ubud. He met me standing among the stone statues he had arranged haphazardly on the veranda. He was already around 100 years old then. Bare-chested, his wrinkled skin was clear to see. On his almost-bald head were tufts of thin white hair.
He showed me a bundle of pictures. And I was fascinated.