Published: June 02, 2019
Refugees were counting down the days to the election. But our hopes have been dashed and the future is grim
It is noon … there is no sign of that scorching Manus sun. The moist clouds assail the Manus Island sky … the weather is pleasant. I can’t say it feels like springtime, but it’s tolerable in contrast to the searing tropical heat. When the weather is like this the refugees from the different prison camps on Manus leave their rooms.
Today, however, there is not even one refugee outdoors.
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