Confessions of an Economic Hit Man, 3rd Edition, 3rd Edition

9Selling My Soul

Our eleven-man team spent six days in Jakarta registering at the US embassy, meeting various officials, organizing ourselves, and relaxing around the pool. The number of Americans who lived at the Hotel Inter-Continental amazed me. I took great pleasure in watching the beautiful young women—wives of US oil and construction company executives—who passed their days at the pool and their evenings in the half-dozen posh restaurants in and around the hotel.

Then Charlie moved our team to the mountain city of Bandung. The climate was milder, the poverty less obvious, and the distractions fewer. We were given a government guesthouse known as the Wisma, complete with a manager, a cook, a gardener, and a staff of servants. Built during ...