The crisis turned my life upside down, with no prospects yet of returning to anything I used to call normal.
Things got scary when Suharto fell, and we were escorted to the airport by armored personnel carriers to catch
our chartered plane out of the country. But we were back five days later - too much work to do! In May '99, my
office seconded me to East Timor (they needed somebody who had actually been there), which began the most
remarkable, life-changing year of my life. I spent a couple of months doing economic survey work in the run-up
to the referendum, ducking around militia road blocks, spending some days stuck in my room because of
gunfire, amazed at what people are capable of doing to each other, and even more amazed at the strength of
the human spirit. I followed the Interfet forces back three weeks after they came in to halt the violence, and set
up office on a box in front of my pup tent - home sweet home until I moved into a relatively luxurious shipping
container three months later. I came back to Jakarta once the World Bank office was physically up and running
at around a bazillion rpm, about a year ago. It was the hardest I've ever worked, the most rewarding, and the
most fun - and I miss it terribly.
Now's my sappy paragraph - we all get one. I think what I've learned in the last 30 years is evident in my
photos. Thirty years ago, I was concerned about getting just the right smile that would make me look thinner
and my chin more prominent - it was important how I would be remembered in that circle where I always felt
uncertain. Now I laugh in photos - I've learned to appreciate myself, and to accept and enjoy the now part of life.