In November, I had my first military encounter in Jaffna. Not what you think. Not a skirmish. The war here, in Sri Lanka, was over. But you could say it was an encounter with the war within: guilt, which I am beginning to see riddles everything. I was asked to take Father Perera and his friend, Patr…
‘It is to Shakespeare’s pages I return whenever I feel I am sinking. There I can be sure to find a lifeline.’
A House in the Country
‘The nights had always been noisy: frogs, drums, bottles, dogs barking at the moon’.