Jew - Be the one who loves you more.

Introduction

Mya Won-ran has no regrets about being there on the night of December 9th in the city of Poznan, Poland, thousands of miles away from Myanmar.

I don't regret running into a nearby restaurant on that winter night, when snowflakes were falling and the icy wind was blowing so hard that I couldn't walk outside.

There was no more space in the beautiful, warm restaurant, where the shop was filled with lanterns like lanterns, but I didn't want to go out and stood there, not regretting it.

She didn't regret not waiting for the waitress to seat her, but instead walked over to a table that was empty because there was only one man sitting.

Mya Wun Ran regrets making a foolish bet that could have turned her life upside down.

That night, snowflakes were falling in torrents, and a cold wind, like ice vapor, was blowing fiercely from all directions.

The wide square in the center of Poznan is a beautiful place to walk in the dark evening, but the bitter December cold makes it impossible to stay there for long. The cold wind that blows against your face feels like it is pierced by sharp ice particles. "

It was freezing outside, but she realized that every table and chair in the warm shop was full of people only when she entered. The shop was small and cramped, as was the European style, with few seats and expensive furniture. The unique design of the shop made her stay there even though she saw that it was full of people. The shop had small red light bulbs hanging from the ceiling, walls, and tables in an uneven pattern, making it feel warm despite the cold outside. She imagined the Thadingyut lanterns and small light bulbs from Myanmar.

I didn't want to go back. Are there any empty seats? I looked around and saw that there weren't any. So, could there be any small tables where Mya Won Ran could ask permission and sit? Taking advantage of the waitress's busy schedule, Mya Won Ran quickly walked over to a man sitting alone at a small table against the wall.

He didn't notice her stop because he had a book on the table, open and reading.

"Is there anyone in this seat?"

The man looked up at Mya Wong Ram's voice, which he asked in English. ' No, sit down .' Mya Wong Ram was surprised and delighted to hear a Burmese voice unexpectedly in such a remote place.

It is an unlikely coincidence that two Burmese people would meet unexpectedly in a small city like Poznan, the fifth largest in Poland, not in any other major European country.

It is often easy to become friends with fellow Burmese people when they meet abroad.

"Is the Wiz down there close to here?"

I've met many people my age who don't know what Auschwitz is. This guy seems to know. But even after hearing the word Auschwitz, I can't help but be moved by his expressionless face.

"Not close. We were going to a town called Krakow. I was in a tourist group. They arranged a trip from Auschwitz to Barkinau to get to Krakow. "What do you do for a living?"

"I am writing a thesis for a doctoral degree in archaeology."

"Oh. Are you going to those camps now because of your thesis?" " No, it's not. The thesis is about bioarchaeology. I'm interested in the Auschwitz concentration camps."

His face didn't change. No matter how satisfied he was with the world, he often felt uncomfortable when he talked about the prison camps down there. He didn't feel anything.

I have read a lot of history (books, real-life photos, short films) about those killing camps. But when I actually went there and set foot on that ground, the feeling was so different from the feeling that books and photos give me, it was so painful.” She knew she needed to eat something, but she didn’t want to eat right now. She couldn’t. A cup of coffee would do. She ordered a cup of coffee from the waitress.

He asked her with a curious look as he poked a piece of bread with his fork and popped it into his mouth.

"So, why are you interested in that, sister?"

Why are you interested? That's the question you should expect. Why did she go to a place where millions of innocent children, young people, and adults were massacred?

There may have been those who visited the place where so many people ended their lives in horror, out of curiosity. There may have been those who visited with a sense of skepticism to learn whether these things really happened or not.

"I can't understand how people in history have been so cruel to each other."

"You should be considered a person who is trying to make things up and make people feel bad."

"That's why I say it. The world is full of evil because we don't have the habit of feeling the pain of others."

"But aren't we here today because good outweighs evil? Poland also lived under the Nazis. What's the point of slipping into the shadows of communism? For example, visiting the Auschwitz concentration camp."

She pretended not to laugh, but laughed.

"So, what kind of light are you looking for in a gloomy country like Poland, full of painful history?"

"Me? I came to this conference to learn how poor countries are coping with a hot, dry world and changing climate."

"Aren't climate change caused by carbon dioxide emissions from rich countries?"

"I understand that you are a real pessimist."

. She didn't object to his comment, laughing a little. My mother had said that to her many times. But wasn't Mya Wong-ran right? .

"Are you a pessimist? If you are a pessimist who sees the truth as it is, then stop. Of course, positivity everywhere doesn't work."

"What's wrong, sister? We built the world on optimism. If there were no hope for better things, no one would be taking action."

Mya Wan Ran didn't like the way he was being spoken to as if he was being lectured.

“Even revolutions are born from optimism. We wouldn’t have come this far if we didn’t believe in the possibilities. Do you know how great changes begin? They begin with great, positive thoughts.”

Mya Wong-ran could see an unknown intensity in his eyes. He was staring at her without batting an eyelid as he spoke. Were his eyes fixed on hers? Or on her forehead, where her hair had fallen loosely as a result of wearing a fur hat all the time? Or on her upper lip, which some of her friends often criticized as being a little loose? She couldn't tell. He was definitely staring at Mya Wong-ran intently.

Mya Wan Ran doesn't like that kind of look.

"Look at the positive, sister, we all have to make our lives happy."

"I wanted to be optimistic. I only expected good things. Even when I watched movies, I didn't watch the killings, but chose to watch beautiful landscapes, beautiful family lives, and happy endings. But behind every beauty, evil always lurked. We can't deny that."

The structures of civilization that were built with positive thoughts and years of effort can collapse and be destroyed in the blink of an eye due to the destruction of evil people. It is too easy to collapse as it takes so long to build.

"There are many places where there is no evil, sister."

Those words, said with a smile, stirred Mya Wong-ran's heart.

"Come on, Ko Pyi Moe Nyein. Please point me to a place where there is no evil."

"I want to go there and relax."

"Are you serious, sister?"

"Oh, really."

"In Myanmar? In the world?"

"Leave Myanmar alone. Search the world. A place where there are no massacres, a place where there is no evil."

"Yes. Not everywhere is Auschwitz."

"Tell me the name of a place. I can tell you the evil of that place."

I noticed that Mya Won Ran's voice had become sharp and challenging.

"I'm talking about a kind of evil that is more cruel than the evil of consent, where people fight to the death because of war."

"Are you saying that war isn't bad enough?"

“What I want to say is this. War is bad. It’s bad. Yes. But there are cruel killings that are worse than war. The proverb says, ‘Don’t leave a single stump of a reed.’ Like that, killing children and women indiscriminately. I want to say something worse than war.”

"Oh, yes. Worse than war."

She wanted to laugh a little, but she was angry.

"Now show me a place where there is nothing worse than war..."

He must have seen the pride that was certain he had in his side.

"America"

He smiled and said, even though Mya Wanran's voice was ringing, I still laughed.

“Oh, are you kidding? The only country as evil as America is America. America’s history began with the extermination of indigenous peoples and the plundering of their lands. Think about it, the mass killings, the scalping and skinning, the killing of the undead – did you really not know?”