It is a Sunday morning at the beach near Colombo (Sri Lanka). Four men—two locals and two Africans—are kicking a ball. Two large dogs happily run around between them, chasing the ball. One of the men is afraid of the dogs, so he lets them take it when they approach him, adding some humour to the proceedings. A crowd gathers to watch: the tattooed, multiply-pierced owner of one of the dogs, some children, a grandmother, a few Westerners. And for one brief happy interval, the possibility of different people co-existing peacefully seems real.