September 3rd, 2021
From the perspective of Son, born and raised in Krasnoyarsk, Russia, living in Trincomalee, Sri Lanka
By all accounts, I have spent the last four months in paradise. The hostel is on the other side of a beach, a cabin of wood, almost built, just for me, or for people like me. Tourists, people with money, people with time to spend about. The palm trees never flinch from the horizon. They remain static in the row, stroynyy ryad, as I would say in my mothe…
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