Rounding the circular drive to my apartment building on my scooter recently, two members of the building’s small army of security sprinted out the sliding glass doors toward me. As one stood athwart my path, arms waving overhead, the other with the urgency of a medieval messenger boy thrust into my hands a receipt stapled to some rupiah notes.

My Dad was on the phone from Florida this week talking about his recent heart issues. At 3am one morning, his heart was at full gallop.

When he first entered law school at the University of Indonesia, Yohan Misero assumed he would graduate and be a lawyer who, as so often is the case here, negotiates payouts to police and judges on behalf of his clients..