The factory's core is flattened. The roof is almost on the ground. There is no sign amid the wreckage of anything sinister. Of course, for the layman, there probably wouldn't be anyway. But there is no sign of anyone trying to hide anything either.
Access is easy.
Much of Khartoum seems to have come to take a look. Women in long bright dresses, and even high heels, pick their way through the mud and jump across roadside gutters to get a closer view. Most stare in what seems to be disbelieving silence. I still have to knock my head into realising that when I come here I'm coming to a complete ruin. He pointed to his office on the third floor of the administrative building.