University of Nandamuk - Why not donate some of your eggs?

Chapter (1)

A thicket where an elephant could easily walk. A cat was trapped in the thicket. It didn't move, it didn't move. I was the one who was trapped like a cat in a thicket where an elephant could easily walk.

"Real name"

"Nini Aung"

"Life"

"Nineteen years"

"False name"

"Ma Khin Swe"

"Anonymous"

"Boil the beans"

"Show off"

"Transaction"

"Duty"

"Son"

The boat was moving slowly against the current. I was already feeling a sense of dread before I even got on the boat.

Sitting next to me, side by side, was a young man who looked to be only four or five years older than me.

I was hesitant to even get on the samban at first, having never sat so closely with a stranger.

The samban finally said, "All the people on this side have already left for the other side." There was only one empty seat on the samban, next to the man.

Knowing that the train's arrival time at the station on the other side was not accurate, I climbed onto the platform and sat down next to the young man.

My heart is full of sorrow. The rain came down in less than five minutes after Samban came out. Don't I have an umbrella?

The young man took out a raincoat from his briefcase and covered me and him with it.

"Rob-put on this hat too."

The old man was giving me the Sakkalat hat he was wearing.

"Let it be, that's enough"

I'm not good at it, I just slurred my words.

"My hair will be wet and cold, I don't care, my hair is short."

The young man spoke and forced the Sakkalat hat into my hand.

"No, no need. I spoke firmly. No need. Your dark, beautiful eyes are shining." "Are you the prince from the show?"

"Hello"

The rain came from a place where it was pouring down.

The wind blew across the river.

"Try on this hat."

The young man is urging again.

I took the Sakalat hat from his hand and put it on my head.

"I think the rain started earlier when the Japanese arrived."

An older woman in front of us commented.

"It's not because the Japanese have arrived. It's the end of May and early June, isn't it? It's the rainy season, and it's going to rain."

Young people criticize.

The whole face is covered in glasses. The skin is neither fair nor dark. The head is neatly divided.

He looks like an educated young man.

"What's the matter with this?"

"Transaction"

"What will you sell and what will you buy?"

"What you sell and what you buy is none of your business."

"The little girl is upset too."

"Please be patient, Uncle."

"What's your name?"

"You're a policeman again, you were an actor earlier?"

"It's a very difficult child to come here, I don't even want to answer your name."

"Do you have to tell me your name every time you meet someone?"

"Let's not mention the name because there is no name, even cows and dogs have names like Ngani, Nyo, Kotkya, Aungnak, etc."

"Is your name Kot?"

"It's already hard, when I ask for your name, you automatically become a dog."

"If you don't want to be a dog, don't ask me. It's not good to be a man and do this and that."

The crowd fell silent because of my words.

"One day, Japanese soldiers who were camped in our village were bathing naked in the well. We kept the doors closed until they had finished bathing and left. We don't know what kind of creatures came to our land."

The same woman who had talked about the rain earlier returned to the story.

"Don't talk too much about Daw Ohn. There are many Burmese who are Japanese informants, spies, and spies."

An old man from Tha Khun Oo stepped forward and warned me.

"If you think of your stepfather as a father and give him information, let him give it to you. As for you, you should only eat and drink when you have something inside you."

"The English were called 'Sir', but when the Japanese came, we Burmese called them 'Master'."

He entered the room next to me and spoke.

"What is a master, what does it mean?"

An older woman on the ferry asked.

"Master means teacher or lord. Slaves who bought slaves for money called their owner a master."

"So we are slaves to money, by choice?"

Earlier, the old woman had moaned.

"We hated living as an island under the British rule, so we joined forces with Japan to fight the British. We fought them off and were so proud that we were free that we found ourselves enslaved by Japan."

Next to me, the handsome man was playing with his hands, playing with his hands.

I am deeply grateful to you for preaching the anti-Japanese doctrine.

However....

I know that not everyone who preaches anti-Japanese is a true anti-Japanese fascist revolutionary, because I attended secret political courses with the teacher.

My job is not about giving birth.

It's a job where you have to keep your mouth shut as much as possible and your feet as fast as possible.

Messenger. Anti-fascist messenger. The rain has stopped.

I handed the hat back to the gentleman next to me and took off my raincoat.

"Thank you, sir."

"This is for you to thank"

"This is what I know"

I didn't answer.

I was just looking at the package on my lap.

The package contained items for sale and display, brought as a display.

Just because they are for sale doesn't mean they are expensive and prestigious items.