The Rohingya

Julia Wallace

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A makeshift camp outside Sittwe, capital of Rakhine State, 2012. Photograph: Greg Constantine

The first thing U Kyaw Hla Aung asked when he met me, after I walked up the muddy lane to his house and climbed the rough-hewn stairs to the balcony where he spends much of his time, sitting and waiting, is whether I wanted to see his documents.

He keeps them in a fat green plastic folder, but they have long since burst their confines and spilled out the sides, like an uncontainable force.

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