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"It was in these circumstances that Prageeth and I were making a dangerous and precarious journey on foot through miles of thick jungle in the Dambulla area. We had been walking since early morning and by midday we were hungry, thirsty and physically exhausted. I sat on the footpath and told Prageeth that I could not walk anymore. Prageeth got very annoyed with me and asked me how I could preach to others and yet buckle down in the face of difficulties. He put me to shame. Gathering my pride, I stood up and started walking again. We were walking to a farm in the jungle where I would work as a farm laborer, allowing me to hide from the security forces while building and organizing underground political cells."via: https://www.facebook.com/LankaSolidarity?fref=ts