Bhamo Tin Aung - Comrade Aung Din

"Myananda...."

After a long pause, the young man looked up with blue eyes at the small bronze sign hanging at the entrance to this vast courtyard. After looking at the small bronze sign for a long time, the young man looked up again with fear into the quiet courtyard. As if the doubt of "Yes or No?" was haunting the young man, he hesitated at the entrance to the courtyard. After having laboriously reached the entrance to the courtyard of the Myananda Castle, he seemed to be reluctant to move forward, as if he could not retreat.

There was not a single tree near the gate of the courtyard where the old man was standing, offering shade. However, the fierce sun was burning the earth, releasing all its heat as if it were about to burn it.

From the entrance gate, a large yellow two-story building, built in a stately manner and with a grandeur that was not unlike the famous Tudor castles of British history, loomed over a vast peninsula jutting out into the calm, clear waters of the Inya Lake. To a stranger who suddenly looked up from the entrance gate and saw it, it was hard to imagine that such a magnificent building could have been inhabited by any of the ethnic groups, let alone by one of the British who had been the masters of Burma.

After admiring the Myananda Palace for a long time, the young man looked up at the tennis court that had been built in front of the building. Large, powerful light bulbs were also installed around the front and back of the tennis court. After admiring the tennis court for a long time, the young man looked around the two-story building. Not far from the back of the Myananda Palace, there was a large, tiled-roofed house built separately for the residence of the palace's entourage and servants, and a garage built a short distance away, as neat and tidy as any other house.

The young man looked at the large flower gardens and trees that were planted around Myananda, one by one, as if he were seeing a miracle. The large and beautiful jasmine gardens, rose gardens, and dahlia trees were planted in a beautiful way. In the spacious courtyard, the coconut, almond, and pine trees were planted in their respective places and in beautiful ways.

As the young man stood at the gate of the courtyard, looking around at the huge sculptures and ceremonial objects that were visible inside the Myananda Garden, he felt as if he were not feeling well himself. He rubbed his eyes once more at the bronze signboard at the gate of the courtyard, which he had carefully examined a while ago, and then looked up again.