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The youngest tour guide in Battambang

The young boy sitting across from me in the tuk-tuk smiles politely and asks me my name. I hate to be a cheapskate, put out by the loss of a couple of dollars, especially when everything here is so cheap.

Who’ll stop the rain? After the horrors of Myanmar, Rohingya refugees now face the monsoon season

On a barren hilltop in the Balukhali refugee camp, not far from the border he crossed seven months ago, Muhammad Eleas has a panoramic view of what many consider a disaster waiting to happen. “When the rain comes,” he says,

Mouly Surya’s ‘Marlina the Murderer in Four Acts’ is a risky undertaking

Mouly Surya’s Marlina the Murderer in Four Acts opens on a wide shot of a windswept ­hillscape. A lone motorcyclist rides towards the camera as an equally lonesome trumpet sounds its lament on the soundtrack. Only the traditional drum keeping

Dhaka’s climate refugees a warning

The slum is about the size of a basketball court. Hidden behind a wall of corrugated iron, it is easily mistaken for a vacant lot or construction site, consisting of a series of sweatboxes, also made of corrugated iron, no

Indian schoolgirls forced to ‘confess’ to being lesbians after holding hands

As punishments go, it was cruel and unusual. Earlier this year, Kamala Girls’ School in Kolkata, West Bengal, forced ten of its students to sign a “confession letter” in which they “admitted” to being lesbians. The acting headmistress, Sikha Sarkar,

‘The Americans’, the Russians and the perils of parallels

From the very first episode of FX’s The Americans, the sixth and final season of which began airing last month, it was clear that the show was going to be something special. Perhaps it was seeing Keri Russell, who once

Lest we forget? Or have we already forgotten?

This is a piece I wrote for Spook Magazine upon the centenary of the Gallipoli landings back in 2015. Unfortunately, Spook went bust and vanished from the web. The piece — indeed, the magazine’s entire online archive—vanished with it. I’m resurrecting it

Mai Khoi’s dissenting voice

In the dying days of February, an audience gathered in the foyer of the Phu Sa Lab performing-arts space in Hanoi’s Tay Ho District. Representatives from the American embassy and other members of the diplomatic corps rubbed shoulders with activists,