About a trip to the North of Sri Lanka one year after the war.
By Thomas SeibertIf you stick to the name and title, “Manik Farm” could be - officially designated “Welfare Camp” – stand for a rural development project. Actually Manik Farm is a wide dusty area secured by barbed wire, spread out under cloudless sky and burning sun, one of the most horrible places in the world. During the day, the temperature almost never sinks below 30 degrees, and during the night it is not much cooler. If there is any rain, the area transforms to mud within minutes, and excrements and urine from the sumps around the few toilets are flowing between the endless rows around the already damaged plastic tents. As a matter of lock trenches are dug between the ways, leading the water into stinking channels along the main axes of the area. There are also the masts carrying the floodlight lighting the camp during the night, and the loudspeakers calling inmate so-and-so to the commander.