The Sri Lankan flag at Arugambay beach. Photo by ILAF ESUF
Cracked sidewalks, a relentless love for car horns, and cow feces lining the streets, oh how wonderful it was to be home again. I couldn’t even recognize the streets I ran across to get to school, the rubble-filled dirt road I used to walk on to go to my friend’s house — heck, I barely recognized the green and white walls I used to call home. It was crazy how much changed in six years, six long years.
By ILAF ESUF
