Gemini doesn’t know if it was a dream crushed or a nightmare averted. He won’t try his luck again, not anytime soon. But he is not sure. “Or maybe I will,” he says. Rathnavel, his friend, has no doubts. “I’ll take the boat again,” he says, with a flinty indifference that is a poignant reminder of his and his people’s tragedy. His obstinacy is not fuelled by the promises of a glorious dream to a prodigal fortune hunter, but by the adjustments a refugee is forced to make with