My 20 year old daughter is headed to a rural village in southern Sri Lanka this summer to do some educational volunteer work. She met with my mom the other day to cull sage advice from a woman who was among the first handful UNHCR employees to arrive in Dadaab, Kenya in 1991 and establish the Ifo refugee camp, was the manager of an Albanian refugee camp for Kosovars in 1999 (you can read her Qatrom diary here), and has served as an election observer in Kosovo and the Ukraine, among other places. One of the things my mom told Kevy was not to travel to the north. Why not, Kevy wanted to know? This is what she heard.
Because there are lots of Bengal tigers in the north of Sri Lanka.
You can imagine the look on my face.
No, not Bengal tigers, Tamil Tigers, though they were defeated several years ago
I then gave her a quick sketch of the Sinhala-Tamil conflict in Sri Lanka.