Win Tint Htun - Have you ever been bitten by a snake in (6)?

"Now you have come to prison, to a place called a prison, to a place called a prison, to a house, to a house, to a school, to a school, to a prison

The sound of a prison guard's chanting echoed through the prison. It was as if the summer of Insein Narathiwat had been poured into my ears, hot and burning. I listened quietly. From the room number (1) of building 5 where I was locked up, I listened as hard as I could, listening to the outside world.

"Now... Myo Thein, please show me the pattern as usual..."

At the end of the speech....

"I'll show you a model... Look carefully, listen carefully"...

The blue-eyed, blue-eyed, and sharp-tongued Thein Myo's voice clashed with the judge's tone as he was about to issue an order.

It suddenly appeared.

"This is the sitting position, sitting cross-legged, hands on knees, thumbs in hands."

"Keep your hands in your pockets, keep your back straight, don't look up or down, when you hear the word 'line up', you have to sit like this, stand like this, put your hands in front of you like this, if you talk to the prison warden or prison officials, if you have something to report, you have to stand like this and speak, teachers, I mean all the staff here."

Myo Thein's deep,

"Okay... I'll start the pattern..." Myo Thein's voice.

Aung Than Myint, who was sharing the same room with me, was listening intently to the sounds outside, and he looked at my face. I let out a deep sigh.

My senses are seeing. I have experienced it myself and have heard it every day, and I can see the scenes that will unfold on the other side of the five (5) (1)-room building where we live, with a large wall and a brick wall. On one side of this wall there will be an almond tree. Under the shade of this tree is a small camp office, like a fireproof tent, like a temporary detention camp. In the empty space of this building, the newly arrested Burmese Kampuchea prisoners will be sitting in the sun, or they will be sitting on their backs on the hard ground of the earth, with their backs bent and their legs crossed.

"Myo Thein," whose voice is not blue, but whose skin is dark and blue, will be half a training instructor, half a power-hungry guy, and will walk forward and backward with a stern face.

In front of the game table in the office building of the Kampaydaing building, Sergeant Jin Thein Myaing, who was directly appointed by the military, or the three sergeants on duty, would be sitting and giving orders, while the other wardens, first, second, and third, would be watching.

"I'll start..."

"I'll sit down..."

"I'll get up..."

"Bon Guam Paeng ... Bok ... Oun""

The sounds of the bells, drums, drums, drums, and drums that come out in unison with Myo Thein's traditional drumming and calling are the sounds that come out of the victim's side with skillful hammering, slapping, and hitting sounds.

"Why is this big waist so hunched over... my lord?"

"This hand is like a fist clenched...Bot"

"This big guy, don't bend like a little pig, stand up straight, ninety degrees, right... right... right... right... right..."

Thein's piercing,

The new prisoners would be rolling around on the ground, covered in sweat, covered in sweat. Myo Thein would also be covered in sweat as he ran around and screamed like a buffalo.

If we hear the sound of Myo Thein's arrests every day, it means that new cases and new political prisoners are arriving in the prison. It is also a sign that there are many arrests all over the country.

Who else has been caught again, are there more cases like mine, are there new activities coming up, etc., I was in a state of constant turmoil, heartbroken, and depressed as I thought and speculated endlessly. After about 10 minutes of the modeling, beating, and slapping sounds had subsided, it was as usual..

"Sit down in rows, facing each other, on the mats..."

Myo Thein's blue-green moon slowly rolled in with the summer breeze. It seemed to be placed in the 4th or 2nd floor, not in this floor. So it didn't reach the 5th floor with a sharp sound, but the heart beat that was still felt deeply was still shaking, not stopping, not calming down.

“Well... how many more will there be? Poet,” Aung Than Myint said with a sigh, looking at my face.

“When Myo Thein comes here, ask him for a favor. He is already close to Maung Yin.”

When I said that, Aung Than Myint nodded.

Before I arrived in this room (1), Aung Than Myint was still living in this room. When the night shift was over, Myo Thein was also placed in this room (1), so Aung Than Myint was already familiar with Myo Thein by comparison.

"Myo Thein has always been a pain in the ass, so I never found any problems with the shower and the bowl, but this guy doesn't talk much about anything. I'm really afraid of his father, Sergeant Thein Myaing, being so angry."

Aung Than Myint explained to me and I smiled.

(2)

Myo Thein is riding a horse.

The position of “Tan Si” is not a lowly position in the prison system, but the highest possible position for a prisoner. It is not only a position that can be obtained by paying money to the prison warden and prison officials from outside, but also by beating, beating, beating, and beating the police themselves. Usually, big criminals, murderers, and robbers often get this position. Especially for the position of Tik Tak Si, in addition to the above qualifications, it is also necessary to have the likes of people like Sergeant Jin Thein Myaing and others like him. “Tik” is a place where prisoners arrested by the intelligence service, usually political prisoners, are kept.

Myo Thein is a man with the right qualifications. Previously, the term “soldier” was used to describe intelligence officers, and he was a bully. His case has already proven that he is not slow to deceive and deceive. He was sentenced to life imprisonment for killing two people, including his superior officer, a major, and was transferred to a civilian prison after being convicted by a military court. General Ne Win had a policy of removing, expelling, and rejecting anyone who might be at odds with him from his army and taking brutal action. Compared to ordinary people, there was a precedent for giving back to the military a little bit of money to make sure that those who came from the army had a head more than others. It is no wonder that Myo Thein, who had committed murder as a soldier in the army, found himself in Insein Prison as a favorite of intelligence officers.

I was one of those who were constantly being interrogated in prison, and the intelligence agents would often drag me out of the cell and torture me, and I was one of those who were subjected to torture and abuse. So, Si Myo Thein, the leader of the cell, had been keeping a close eye on me.

Myo Thein, who has access to and exits from all buildings, often comes to our 5th block, where we rely on him. Sometimes, if he is already chatting and smiling, even if he is just talking, you can assume that the weather outside is quite good. There may be no Sergeant Thein in the office building, and only one old ward chief, who is relatively unsympathetic, is on duty. It may be that the other young wardens are grazing in other buildings and things are going well here. If he says, “Myo Thein... I have a cigarette..” without answering, but scrunches his nose and walks away, the weather outside is not very good. You have to be careful about communicating between rooms here. This 5th block (1) is the closest to the office building.

One evening, when the weather was supposed to be nice, Myo Thein arrived in front of our apartment.

Myo Thein, who had the full privilege of bathing, not only had his hair oiled and showered, but his jeans were also white and clean. His dark skin made the color of his jeans even more white. He wore a short blue robe, and his legs were covered in hair like a bird's legs.

"Are you a poet?"

"Say Ma Sint, Bon Ma Sint," Myo Thein asked, looking at my face with a wide smile. Myo Thein, who usually only addressed Than Myint Aung, addressed me, and he, who always spoke arrogantly to all prisoners in front of the ward, used the pronoun "you are...", which surprised me for a moment. Then he smiled.

"Yes... why?"

"Oh...it's nothing, I just want to know. I'm not a fan of it like you."

"I am one..."

I smiled again for the second time.