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...Architects Roger Watts and Steve Tomkins have created an enormous (25-m-wide) proscenium stage set in a raked auditorium built of corrugated iron and steel girders. The white-brick bar area, bathed in green and red lights, has the quality of a nightclub - vibrant, raw and exciting...
...outlook for the garbage-dump people of Boa Vista is a fly-blown, post-apocalyptic scene of desolation at the edge of the world. Their shacks are built of cardboard, driftwood, old iron and fraying plastic. Near-naked children play tag among the filthy debris. Only one in three will survive beyond the age of five. Most of the Boa Vista squatters have no formal identity papers. They have to beg, steal or barter for food and clothing. Motorists who drive along the potholed road below the cliff-dwellers look the other way. "Yes, we know about Boa Vista," said...
...success of last year's smash hit movie Iron Ladies - about a volleyball team comprised of transsexuals - seemed to say to the world that Thailand embraces all. In reality, the film's success owed more to a good storyline than to societal understanding. Although they're not exactly ostracized, transsexuals live on the fringes of Thai society and struggle to be accepted as women. Most of their countrymen believe them to be suffering for bad behavior in a past life...
...Aceh? Or was it similar to the bloody religious rivalry between Christians and Muslims in Ambon? When the Dayaks carved out the hearts and heads of their victims, was this the kind of tribal blood sport that would have proliferated in Indonesia had former President Suharto not exerted an iron grip on the nation for most of its history? Are all sorts of mad and destructive behaviors ready to rise now that Indonesia's state structures seem to be collapsing? Or how about this for a troubling prospect: Is Indonesia actually carving out its own heart by giving autonomy...
...room, a scrawny kid just entering those joyous years of puberty. There was a tinny radio in one corner with a coat hanger for an antenna cranking out the Bee Gees. Bulked-up men were whistling the tune to Saturday Night Fever as they heaved and bench-pressed rusty iron. One of them glanced at my skinny legs and rumpled socks. "Be careful," he warned me. "At your age, this could stunt your growth...