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   “I walked through the jungle and came upon a river. A body floated by. Then another body floated by, then another, then a carpet of bodies pouring, gushing, spurting.”

   The old man fell silent. Tears flowed from his eyes and fell on the floor like rain. I looked out a window at the peaceful landscape. I couldn’t comprehend the horror this land had witnessed. What kind of country would we become if some power stepped in and turned our citizens against each other to somewhere beyond civil war, to genocide? What kind of country had we become if we were responsible for unleashing genocide in the world? Were the American agents who scoffed at the horror of genocide and muttered, ‘They’re only communists’ so different than those who once muttered, ‘They’re only Jews’?
   I noticed the priest eyeing me. “The Indonesian communists were squashed like bugs. The CIA was very happy. When it started its coup against Allende in Chile, signs were found all over walls in Santiago that read ‘Jakarta is coming!’. Time magazine was happy. Big letters on the front page read ‘The rise of Suharto is the best news out of Asia in years!’. Most importantly of all, American corporations were happy. Indonesia’s riches were there for the plucking. In 1967, they came to Switzerland. Time-Life corporation was their host. They planned the rape of my country that goes on to this day.”
   The priest looked at us sadly. “That, cousins is our story. Those who want your story silenced are closing in on you. You have escaped many of them so far. The world is watching you and we will do all we can to keep you safe.”