There's no such thing as a free lunch...Or is there?

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It's official. The next president of Indonesia is former army general Prabowo Subianto. Quite how the next five years will pan out is anyone's guess but hopefully the foreign pundits who always bring up his dodgy human rights record will be proven wrong. Nonetheless, on policy making, Prabowo's popularist move to literally offer the poor 'a free lunch' every day of the week does not augur well for the future. Such a policy - if it ever came to fruition - would cost a phenomenal amount of money and likely lead to huge inefficiencies (food waste) and poor incentives (make people lazy). Another concern is Prabowo's strong nationalist bent. Thus, in the possible event that he finds himself with his back against the proverbial wall in the face of stern economic challenges, there is a big chance that he will simply scapegoat foreigners. But he will have to be careful. Construction of the new capital city, Nusantara, for example, is highly dependent on foreign in

Holiday in Jakarta

Your a star-belly sneech you suck like a leech You want everyone to act like you Kiss ass while you bitch so you can get rich But your boss gets richer on you Well you'll work harder with a gun in your back For a bowl of rice a day Slave for soldiers til you starve Then your head skewered on a stake Now you can go where people are one Now you can go where they get things done What you need my son: Is a holiday in Cambodia Where people dress in black A holiday in Cambodia Where you'll kiss ass or crack 

 >Dead Kennedys - Holiday In Cambodia 

Things aren’t this bad in Jakarta of course. At least it seems that way when you drive from your air-conditioned home to your air-conditioned office in a nice sleek Japanese air-conditioned car, working out in the evenings in an air-conditioned gym full of the latest American fitness equipment in an upmarket air-conditioned shopping mall. 

But for a lot of people in Jakarta things aren’t so sweet. Just follow the narrow twisting alleys that branch off the bigger roads, and you will enter into a claustrophobic world of human poverty where people are packed into tiny shacks like sardines in a tin can. 

Welcome to Jakarta’s hidden slums. I was reminded of this at the weekend in a story I read about one of Jakarta’s so-called wong cilik (little people), a woman called Iyut. She is thirty-two years old. Her real name is Darmasiah. She has five children and is a widow – or to be more accurate she used to be a widow. A year ago she married a builder’s laborer called Asmawi. They lived in a shack and their only possessions were a bedsheet and a rack for storing crockery. 

Four of the five children had been sent to live with relatives, but they tried to care for the youngest child themselves. But the household could not support three people. Often they did not eat for a whole day. They could not afford rice, let alone anything to go with it. Iyut wanted to work, but her laborer husband would not permit her. 

Finally she gave up hope and went to sell the bedsheet. Iyut managed to get 20,000 rupiah for the sheet. She went from the place where she sold the sheet to another place where she bought a tin of baygon household poison, and then went home and drank it. She wanted to leave this world – or at least she wanted to leave the world that she had known. But she failed. Unconscious and near death, she was found, taken to the local hospital, and revived. 

She stayed on a few days in hospital even though she was allowed to go home. The reason: she didn’t have enough money to pay the treatment. Her husband, Asmawi, came to visit her a few times in hospital. He needed money to do this. And so he was forced to sell their only other possession, the dish rack… 

 > Goenawan Mohamad (translation by Jennifer Lindsay) 

There are a few narrow alleys not so far away from where I live – not that I’ve ever been down them of course. After all, why would I go to a place where they don’t have air conditioning?

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