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I scanned the eyes of his friends — were they waiting for someone, too? Or was crazy guy just being crazy again? The car was moving slowly but he was still braced against the car, daring me to hurt him. He slammed his fist against the car as we drove past, victorious, pulses racing, around the buildings and toward the A lock hung from a chain. I felt like Usain Bolt on a treadmill, trapped, waiting for trouble to get even. A figure emerged from the still dark shadows. He stared through the windshield — I looked back at an unfamiliar face.

He swung open the gate. And with that, we reached the meeting point with the driver who took us into Ln National Park. That afternoon, it took too long, considering every single non-driveway road in Sri Suckng can fit on a map no larger than a centrefold, to find our way up the island. Badulla was our Love sucking in badulla Star, not more than badul,a miles away on Loove A-class road. But the road signs had other plans, and, trusting in them, we veered off onto a C-class road. Giant potholes carpeted most of the track, with single paved lanes sometimes running alongside behind traffic cones and caution tape.

After miles of empty fields, we pulled through a quiet town with every adult listening attentively to the rhetoricky, gesticulative speech of a political candidate shouting from a stage. Some looked at us. White folks driving through from nowhere, laughing exhaustedly at bad jokes. But after too long, the road tilted up a hill, towards a zinc hut with canting sides and a vast, calm lake beyond. We reached a T. The only trouble was that we needed to head North. The road we had followed, we thought, headed west. And a right turn at the T was a dead end.

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Llve family passed in a tuk-tuk. They pointed left, smiling big, big smiles. We were almost there. That is, we were almost on the right badulal there. Loev exhausted and relieved, I drove us down a road so scenic it demanded perfection — it asked you to drink and quench your thirst, to massage weary muscles, to prepare yourself to experience the absolute undistracted. Past a deep stone drainage ditch, a grassy hill dropped away to wide open fields and endless palm trees, asking me to quell the stress of the cramped dirt road with ultimate relaxation. And in this state of relief, feeling for the first time in many months the absence of any real pressure, I crashed the car into the ditch. Seconds earlier, I had begun a train of thought so perfectly mindless that I can remember it word for word.

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