Seymour Totti’s Foreign Policy

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It was a hot sticky evening and I was in a taxi, barreling down Jalan Thamrin in Jakarta, on my way into town from the airport. The driver, in lieu of conversation, had already listed the current Manchester United squad and had started on Liverpool when he remembered something.

“New American Restaurant.” he suddenly blurted and, in his excitement, swerved and nearly knocked over a newspaper vendor. “Look, look”, he said, grabbing my arm with one hand and pointing with the other, leaving me to wonder who was doing the steering.

I caught a brief glimpse of the golden arches flickering between the trees then they were gone. We continued our breakneck journey as the Monas monument, referred to by some wags as President Soekarno’s last erection, hove into view.

We seemed to go around the monument several times before doubling back and turning into the little residential street where I was staying. “American restaurant”, he said again as if to reassure himself. He tapped his meter to see if he could get it to click over one more time before finally coming to a halt.

President Soekarno’s last erection

It was a few days later when I actually found myself in the ‘American restaurant’. I don’t normally go in to such places but I was in need of a cold drink. It wasn’t particularly crowded, most of the customers were young Indonesians or tourists. I got myself a large iced coffee and found a table by the window with a view of three rather attractive students sitting nearby. I pretended not to ogle.

People in Indonesia are generally very friendly towards foreigners and are eager to chat with you just to practice their English. Well, it wasn’t long before one of the girls wandered over.

“Excuse me,” she said, “can you speak English?”. I told her that I could. “My name is Sonti, I’m a student from Bandung”, she continued, “do you mind If I sit and talk with you for a few minutes”.

“I’d be delighted,” I said “would your friends like to join us?”

“No, no they too shy,” she replied.

“Very well then. Bandung, that’s an important university town isn’t it, what subject are you studying?”

She looked me straight in the eye and said “Let’s go back to your hotel and fuck.”

Well in the interests of scholarly advancement I agreed. In the end we spent a week together. She really was a student from Bandung and like all students she was supplementing her income with part time jobs. It’s just that working McDonalds pays far better than working for McDonalds.

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