Whatever Works
Tuesday, April 22, 2003
INSIDE the room of the chief of the Central Jakarta prosecutors' office in a quiet area inside the old Kemayoran airport, prosecutor Hasan Madani was glued to his seat from morning to late afternoon. He was smoking a cigarette while leafing through a book. Six other prosecutors were chatting on a sofa, eating fried taro.
Once in a while, Madani glanced at his subordinate typing at his computer. It was in this room that these public prosec
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