Atun uncaps a bottle marked Placenta and squirts white on the back of the American lying face down in the park.
suction cups placed along his bare back and legs. Pedestrians in the park eat candyfloss and pause to watch the procedure before ambling on. It's a public holiday and the mood is light in the grounds around the national monument (Monas) in north central Jakarta.
She drives an elbow into the buttocks of the American. The cappuccino boys laugh, their arms over each other's shoulders. "You're my first westerner," she says. "Tourists don't usually stop for me."
"I had a daughter," she says. "My husband hit her." Here she mimes karate chops to the back of her neck, then closes her eyes and presses her palms together as if in prayer. When she opens them again, she is looking at the sky. "My daughter went to the place above."