A Picture of a 500-room house where tenants live as prisoners.


From afar, the massive building looks like a ship sailing on the Atlantic with different national flags flying at the top with scores of bulbs arranged at strategic spots.

Lacking proper ventilation, electricity supply was the only means to keep the temperature within the room normal.

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