In my travels, (figurative and literal), I have enjoyed the hobby of collecting little ironies. One finds them all the time if one is looking…
A few years ago I revisited a country where I had lived with my family for five years—Sri Lanka. As I say many times, Sri Lanka is a cross between Hawaii and India. It’s a marvelous place, full of history, culture, colors, and beautiful tropical beaches. Its tourism industry though, has been badly affected by the bloody and violent Civil War that finally recently ended after twenty-five years.
While we lived there, from 1989-1994, the prime Minister was blown up and there were bomb attacks in the capital of Colombo. People’s ruthless and violent treatment of each other was unfathomable. We look back at our own Civil War in horror. One wonders why Civil war-- war with oneself--is so very horrific.
|These are all Sri lankan silver beads|