The country of Indonesia has one name but many, many different people groups and cultures. Last week a man was found murdered on one of the few roads in our town. He was from another island and worked as a motorcycle taxi driver. No one witnessed the event but the people from the murdered mans home island immediately assumed the perpetrator was a person from the interior of Papua. There have been rumours of revenge killings by the people from the other island. The interior people are of course offended that the assumption was made that it was one of their people. There were various skirmishes following the initial murder where people were running around with weapons and rocks. The police barricaded the road where most of the events occurred and questioned everyone passing on it. That afternoon they also did some shooting on the main street, where it meets the street where everything happened, to discourage those who intended to commit more violence. I went to the big public market two days after and not many people from other islands were selling food. Most of the local people were however still selling. There was a bit of an eerie feeling and a lot of guys just standing around waiting for something to happen. I was able to get what I needed but by the time I left people were packing up and closing their stalls again. This week everything seems back to normal again but the entire event just reminds us that clan blood runs strong.