She was Asian, God knows from which country; they all look the same, don’t they, whether they’re from China or the Dutch Indies?” “It’s called Indonesia now, Mama. Remember? It’s no longer a Dutch colony.” She made a quick impatient movement with her hand, as if batting at a fly. “Remember? Of course I do. What I don’t understand is why you care so much what it’s called. Ungrateful bunch, the lot of them. Before we came, they were no better than a bunch of godless children, playing with sticks in the mud. I say, if they don’t want our help, let them rot in their jungles.
