Rusting behind barbed wire, rows of trailers at a repatriation center sit empty and uninviting, evocative of a prison awaiting its inmates.

In a deserted arrivals trailer, uniformed officers loiter at their desks, expectant grins on their faces. Signs explain the steps involved in welcoming Rohingya Muslims back to Myanmar: Stand here for photographs, go there for identity cards.

Men stand guard with security wands, as if this were an international airport rather than an inhospitable holding pen in a desolate frontier.

What is so obviously missing at the Nga Khu Ya repatriation center are the Rohingya themselves.


Ever since


Promise repatriation. Fail to deliver. Repeat

Home is missed, but deeply feared

Building military bases on villages' ashes

See no evil

On the other side of the border