Mountain Scene By TRACEY ROXBURGH Beneath it, four titanium plates have been screwed in. A less obvious scar, concealed by his hair, runs along the left side of his head. They serve as daily reminders of the attack which nearly killed him, and took away all of his hopes and dreams. Early on March 12, 2019, Wijenayake, then 33, was out in Queenstown with a mate. Not that he remembers it. In fact, he has no memories — only ‘‘shadows’’ — until about six months later, when he was in rehab in Dunedin. What he does remember about that night is leaving his job, as a chef, at Pub on Wharf, having had two beers after he finished work.