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f r o m  m y  d i a r y


You can’t pack the future, you can’t pack the present – you always pack the past.

When – preparing for my shift to Germany- I was packing small items from my studio in Colombo, Sri Lanka  the wrapped items turned out to be small parcels almost identical to those parcel bombs my life in the past 6 years was forced to get accustomed to.  We knew them from busses and trash containers, from banks and shops.  We should have become used to them ; but they had crept away- under my skin.

When I was photographing them, I knew they would constitute another page of my diary.



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