I'm staying with my friend in Colombo. The scene here would have been difficult for me to imagine 7 days ago. Gates, cylinders of barbed wire, uniformed guards and security cameras. Outside this area is a neighborhood constructed from brick and aluminum. It's quite obvious that Colombo is not Portland. But, in addition to all this, there are other differences. And these reminders cut my friend in a place that barbed wire never could:
"When I sneeze here, no one says anything."
"The doors into buildings open the wrong way."
"When you are going up staircases (or down) every step is a different size!"
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