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Sri
Lanka - Streets of Colombo
Walking
through the streets of Colombo, I recalled a letter my Father
had written me while I had been struggling to adjust to life in
Korea.
“Like
all things in life: evolution, change, adaptation, are all part
of being a living organism. I no longer consider the things that
I see here to be out of ordinary: Cows crossing the street, rows
upon rows of dilapidated shacks made from discarded bits of tarpaulin,
tin, and cardboard.
These
ram-shackle shelters line long stretches of the streets I travel
everyday.
A
mass of cars, rusty buses, trucks, motor cycles, bicycles, cows,
and dogs, cut through the haze of black smoke and dissonant sounds
of horns, giving an overwhelming impression of human neglect,
ignorance, and decay.”
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