Irma had just arrived home from school when I saw her. She set down her BOOKS, picked up a scythe and waded into this large rice field. Within minutes she was joined by some forty men, women and children from her village. They started from the edge of the field and worked toward the center. In less than an hour, they had cut and stacked the entire crop. Most of the farming is done collectively in Tana Toraja. Toraja