. . .A rusted-sheet-metal-clad shanty in Kebon Malati. That was the slum where twenty-year-old Angkasa and her mom, who now worked as a day maid for a wealthy family, and younger brother lived in central Jakarta. Her father’s tragically cruel, lightning-strike death while harvesting coffee beans in East Java nineteen months prior precipitated the family’s move to Indonesia’s massive capital for income replacement. They joined the throngs of poor rural families who, via the inducement of employment, even if for meager wages, migrate to the burgeoning Southeast Asia metropolis. On an archetypical, equatorial-sauna, hot-flat-yellow-sun-disk-beginning-to-rapidly-dive, late Wednesday afternoon (5:02 PM on August 24, 2016), Angkasa began walking to work down a paver-stoned service alley. She soon came to a sidewalk-less, curb-less, asphalt street (Jl. Tenaga Listrik) and turned left. She looked to her right over a mound of trash that was propped against a meter-high (39”) floodwall. A se. . . Read More