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	<description>i am a mess in my open-eyed youth.</description>
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		<title>Of Questions, Disappearances and Prime-Ministers</title>
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	Photo by Twiggy.
The Travelling Circus don&#8217;t have any definite answers, but they do have a tree for all your questions!
	Bring your thoughts, ideas and above all - bring your questions, because The Travelling Circus has the space and time for them all. In a climate and culture where asking questions ...</description>
		<link>http://electra.blogsome.com/2009/11/25/of-questions-disappearances-and-prime-ministers/</link>
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		<title>On Another Adventure - An Ode to Mo</title>
		<description>	It is so surreal - this whole death-bed business. In the last hours, as he is lying there, thinner than I have ever seen him before, I can almost see the life leaving him. I can sense it. I had never thought of him as an old person, nor had ...</description>
		<link>http://electra.blogsome.com/2009/11/09/on-another-adventure-an-ode-to-mo/</link>
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		<title>The Travelling Circus Comes to Town</title>
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The Travelling Circus at Nuga Sevana.
Photograph by Twiggy. 
	Ten years ago, Mind Adventures Theatre was created by three wonderful young women - one of whom I am honoured to say I know and love very dearly. They did this with the intention of &#8217;shaking things up a little&#8217;, and boy, ...</description>
		<link>http://electra.blogsome.com/2009/11/03/the-travelling-circus-comes-to-town/</link>
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		<title>About the Children of Activists</title>
		<description>	During my school life, my mother’s constant absence from home first sparked off interest, then sympathy, and later, it was to blame for all the mischief I was responsible for. It was whispered, then shouted, accusations flung at me - I was ‘bad’ because my mother was ‘never there’. She ...</description>
		<link>http://electra.blogsome.com/2009/10/14/about-the-children-of-activists/</link>
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		<title>Kumbi Kathawa - A Family Tale</title>
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	The ant and the mosquito.
Image by Alefiya Akbarally. 
	Kumbi Kathawa, which was a production staged by the Chitrasena-Vajira Dance Foundation last weekend at the Bishop&#8217;s College Auditorium was a family story, in more ways than one.
	Firstly, it was a story about family: it was about a family of ants, who ...</description>
		<link>http://electra.blogsome.com/2009/09/02/kumbi-kathawa-a-family-tale/</link>
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		<title>What Happened in Sri Lanka Today</title>
		<description>	J. S. Tissainayagam was arrested on March 7, 2008 by the Terrorism Investigation Division (TID) of the Sri Lanka Police under the Prevention of Terrorism Act. He has since been charged with attempting to cause the commission of acts of violence or racial or communal disharmony relating to articles he ...</description>
		<link>http://electra.blogsome.com/2009/08/31/what-happened-in-sri-lanka-today/</link>
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		<title>Telling the Truth</title>
		<description>	I have only one rule with art: it has to speak to me. Salvador Dali speaks to me, Andy Warhol just doesn&#8217;t. Akram Khan speaks to me, Matthew Bourne just doesn&#8217;t. Radiohead speaks to me, Coldplay just doesn&#8217;t. If it doesn&#8217;t speak to you, if it doesn&#8217;t move you, then ...</description>
		<link>http://electra.blogsome.com/2009/08/24/telling-the-truth/</link>
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		<title>Stupid Like That</title>
		<description>	Sometimes, there are certain ideas which seem almost too predictable, too much of a stereotype, to be real. Pro-life ideas, for example: I have never really thought that there are people in this day and age who actually think that abortion is a sin and those who undergo abortions are ...</description>
		<link>http://electra.blogsome.com/2009/08/17/stupid-like-that/</link>
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		<title>Back</title>
		<description>	Suddenly you&#8217;re in a new place, with no identity, where no one really cares who you are or what you think. And all those special things about you, your talents, your ways, your character, cease to exist: because of course, if no one knows, leave alone loves or appreciates those ...</description>
		<link>http://electra.blogsome.com/2009/08/07/back/</link>
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		<title>Poya Day Sermons and Sand Dunes</title>
		<description>	At the airport this morning, dreading the long flight alone, and dreading leaving people; some of whom I am slowly getting accustomed to being apart from, and some of whom I have never really been apart from. Either way, being apart is so hard. I realised that more than ever ...</description>
		<link>http://electra.blogsome.com/2009/07/06/poya-day-sermons-and-sand-dunes/</link>
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