Diary
Maya Jasanoff: In Sierra Leone, 11 September 2008
“... an architectural jumble of slatted wood, rough concrete, padlocked steel doors; then climbed past anonymous compounds ringed with razor wire, around dirt bends where derelict-looking houses loomed above the road on iron stilts. By the time I reached my hotel, six hours after landing, the 18th century seemed more remote than ever. To the Portuguese who first ... ”