It was a gala scene in Djakarta's plush Hotel Indonesia. A couple of hundred milling guests sipped lemonade or crowded around the guest of honor, Soviet Deputy Premier Anastas Mikoyan, flashing his toothy smile. Near by, a 28-girl choir in tight, bright sarongs of multicolored, hand-printed cotton reverently purred Djakarta's hit tune, Crush Malaysia.
It was just what everyone wanted to hear, for Sukarno had hardly returned from the recent Malaysia peace talks in Tokyo when he loosed his bandits again in the rain-drenched jungles of northern Borneo. One band of Indonesians ambushed a British patrol, killing...
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