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Letter from East Timor
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Published: Volume 13, Issue 1, January - February, 2005
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Prabha Chandran describes a posting in East Timor, where peace-keeping officers live in giant containers fitted with air-conditioners, where giant octopuses dangle from palm trees and where the sea dazzles with amazing exotica.
When I arrived here on a UN mission just over a year ago, I felt I'd fallen off the map - the air staff at most check-ins didn't know where East Timor was and they searched my passport in vain for a visa, from a country that didn't have embassies to provide them. I finally arrived at Dili's Nicolau Lobato International Airport which, I soon discovered, was a misnomer for a tin shed with a coconut-fringed airstrip. As the hot, wet tropical breeze stirred the dust haze on the tarmac, I queued up for the elusive visa outside a container office.
But there was a flip side to my beach home as I discovered one morning when I awoke to find a giant octopus dangling from the palm tree outside my window.
Regular Verve contributor, Prabha Chandran, has been living in Timor-Leste since October 2003, working with UNFPA on the first national census of the world's newest nation. Currently with the World Bank as a communications specialist, she has also been mentoring local journalists as part of a capacity building programme.For the rest of the article, pick up VERVEs January-February, 2005 issue |
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