We were “kacongs“, streetwise kids, and our parents didn’t have time for us while they were pursuing their careers. We were proud, clever, and no-one could fool us.
We arrived at the Indonesian Embassy, quite early, so we sort of mingled with the public. When I went to the bathroom I saw the Swedish Ambassador, rather drunk, and he was very abusive toward the Indonesian lavatory attendant. I felt sorry for the man…
















































