We was expecting a long and rather boring traintrip from Kandy to Ella. That was until Radeem found his drum. Those hypnotizing rythms is difficult to explain with words. You may imagine drumming in a way that even the most stiff norwegian have to shake embarrasseing with the body. And all the unknown people start to clap their hands and two old men throwed their walkingstick and started dancing in the gangway. The only time when the rythm stopped was ehen the train reach a new station. Sellers entered the train with chai tea, a variety of snacks, but most imortantly- PAN. Pan is betelnuts and herbs wrapped in a green leaf. Radeem pumped pan in his mouth and the drumming became even more intense. I hate dancing. Maybe it is a symptom of fear? Fear of letting the soul be free. Like a turte hiding in his shell. Well, Radeem and his friends healed me. “Awaken the spirit within!” He shouted. And while I was moving awkwardly around in the old train I felt really alive and at the same time a bit embarrassed.