I hesitated long before writing my final blog entry on (and
from) Myanmar. The realisation that I will soon leave seems to have paralysed
my ability to describe my feelings and sort my thoughts which frenetically cross
my mind these past weeks. Will I write pages or just a few paragraphs? There
are so many things to say but so much I just want to keep to myself. Everyone
has their own experience. "How was it?", I know many will ask. There
are no simple answers.
In Myanmar Dogs Eat
Rice
In Myanmar, for breakfast, stray dogs eat rice which is prepared
daily by benevolent residents and is placed on banana leaves and left in the
streets. Street dogs can be found only in a few countries in Europe. They are
lucky if a kind-hearted person gives them water or some leftovers. In Myanmar
the majority of street dogs are calm. In those countries in Europe where dogs
roam freely on the streets their presence is often a menace.
I believe the paragraph above makes a good introduction to
my last article after almost three years spent in the country.
A while ago I remember reading an article in a local
newspaper about the impressions of a Myanmar woman during a visit in the US. While
she was mostly impressed by the economic development in the West, here I was
mostly struck by the cultural differences. Who could actually blame a foreigner
for being shocked by the betel nut chewers spitting the red 'juice' wherever
they pleased or about the smiling yes of the locals which actually turns out to
be a definite no. One's experiences in a country surely depend on various
factors and situations. For me, during these past three years, Myanmar was a
carousel of feelings.
I will surely miss the Myanmar people and their smiles! I made them laugh and
they made me angry. They made me smile and I felt for them. I encouraged them
and they surprised me. They made me cry and I admired them. I felt their warmth
and at the same time I felt the cultural divide.
I will always remember the Yangonites in their surroundings.
That is why I will dearly miss the streets of Yangon's downtown where a big
part of the local's life is spent. I spent a big part of my time exploring the
streets of downtown Yangon discovering its people with their habits and
culture. I will miss the safety I felt on the streets of Yangon at any hour of
the day.
In a few months, at most a year, the urban landscape will
change even more so than it has in recent years. I may not recognise it any longer.
Actually the change started a few years back. Just the other day I passed by a
new shop in downtown which offered a variety of Chinese products in an
air-conditioned space that are actually similar to the ones sold on the street.
The prices displayed in the shop are very competitive. How long will the local
street sellers last? They have a difficult life trading on the streets and the Yangon
municipal authorities become increasingly restrictive about their presence in
the streets.
I will walk these streets for one more time tomorrow on my
last day in Myanmar. This will be my chance to say good-bye to the passers-by,
houses, shops, kids, flowers in the pots, birds in small cages or on the
electric wires, buildings, markets, fruits... This is Myanmar.
However, in this
commotion on the busy streets, I noticed a change in people's behaviour. At
least in Yangon. They are now used to foreigners compared to 2014, the year I
arrived. They are rushing around discovering new possibilities, trying to seize
any opportunity they can to provide the best for their families. They are more
like us now. Or am I more like them?
I will miss my Myanmar friends, each of them with their
dreams and hopes. I admire them for their curiosity, talent and perseverance.
This is not a farewell. Actually I did not wish to have a
proper farewell. The majority of friends told me that I will come back. Maybe.
One day. But it will be to rediscover Myanmar.
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