Timothy Barco
Ravi runs a small tailor shop by the side of the Batticaloa road in Sri Lanka. He has 3 daughters. His wife had passed away some years ago and he has to be the father and the mother to the girls. “I was a farmer but because of the War, we had to move. I could not find a job in this area, so this is something I thought to do myself. All I have is my girls and this old sewing machine. That’s all I need,” he told me.
Tailor shop Ravi Batticaloa 2008, Digital
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Poem by Roel Raymond
Knock.
If you will,
you will find nothing.
Gaze into my eyes,
if you will.
You will see nothing.
Oh,
but I am not nothing;
time wrestled me to the
ground,
punched me
left me for dead.
Memory clung on to me,
weighed my every step,
etched cruel lines on my
face;
experience bent me,
stiffened every bone,
And yet,
If you will,
Knock.
You will find only love.
Gaze into my eyes,
you will see only the locked
secret;
the strength of eternity.