Sri Lanka: Under a Dark Sun
For fifteen years from the early eighties to the mid nineteen nineties I made many trips to Sri Lanka.
Initially I was captivated by the beauty of this small island, its coastal life, the ancient cities, the rivers and mountains terraced with paddy fields and tea estates, the village culture with its elaborate and dramatic healing rituals, and the strange and colourful religious festivals celebrated by Buddhists, Hindus, Muslims and Christians. But this rich cultural diversity also gave rise to ethnic tensions between the Buddhist Sinhalese majority and the Tamil minority, and I witnessed the gradual descent of the country from ethnic conflict to a brutal and traumatic civil war which continued for 25 years resulting in the deaths of tens of thousands. The abiding beauty of the people and the country is contrasted with the tragedy of this conflict which, although it ended in 2009, has left deep scars in the national psyche, the memories of which endure like a shadow cast on the diverse landscape of this island nation.