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Young Monks
Burma is a great country for tourism. I don't think I've ever met a tourist who didn't come away talking about how very much they loved the country. If you end up living there for three years, it's a different story entirely. To be honest, I think I might love Burma, too, but I don't have (m)any positive memories of Burma. When I think of Burma, I think of poverty and sadness. Burma broke my heart, day after day, for three years. And it's actually because Burma continued to break my heart for so long that I think that, in my heart of hearts, I love it\, too.
After Burma became "democratic" (scarequotes on purpose), the cost of living spiked (especially for foreigners) and I could not support myself. I paid too much money to live in a slum. I lived on the sixth floor of an apartment that didn't have a lift. I had rats and bats in my ceiling. I had a kitchen that was permanently flooded in the 6-month monsoon season. I went for a month and a half without running water. I stole toilet paper from the Sedona because it was easy to do and that meant one less expense for me. I ate exactly one meal a day because I couldn't afford to eat any more than that. I walked everywhere I went because I couldn't afford taxis. And at the end of every month, I still had to make a choice between paying my rent and buying food. There wasn't much I could do for fun aside from walking around the city, which is exactly what I was doing when I took this photo. My friend and I were walking around in the streets around Shwedagon when I spotted some young monks walking in such a nice way together. I ran forward and snuck this photo.
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