Yangon Ba Swe - The system will be forced to change

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The large iron door to the cell slammed shut. I suddenly felt a jolt and turned around.

A police officer in Ko Shwe was locking the iron door of the cell with a large padlock. “Hmm... I’m really under arrest.”

My head is full of thoughts. My face is filled with a smile and laughter.

If I were laughing alone in the cell, would the police be angry?

I straightened my face. I tried my best to be calm, but I felt a sudden sense of inadequacy in my heart and looked around.

There was no one in the cell, just me. So no one would see my big, smiling face.

But I could see the large iron gate closed, locked with a giant padlock from the outside.

The feeling that I was really being held captive in Yangon was like, “Hey, do you see?” It was obvious. I couldn’t lie.

I want to laugh again.

“ Ha... ha... ha... ha, ha... ha... ha... ha... ha, ha... ha... ha... ha”

" Hey... what's up, chief? Are you laughing so hard just because you heard your house was on fire?"

It was a scolding from Ko Shwe Ye. I heard it. But I couldn't stop laughing.

I kept laughing. I could see in my mind's eye the events that led to my arrest.

I also heard the words of the policeman who arrested me in my ear.

" You're arrested for obstructing a road and 41 counts of street fighting. Come... follow me."

And so I ended up in this cell. In fact, I am not brave enough to laugh at being arrested.

I'm still laughing. I'm still trying not to laugh. I'm still trying to keep my big, wide-open mouth shut.

It was a tickle in my stomach. Finally I laughed. Now I'm laughing freely.

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I laughed because I was arrested like this...

I was imprisoned like this because I had to listen to the words and actions of the great man we respect and love who came from the forest...

Yes. They are related to each other in this way.

Our whole family respects, loves, and respects the elder. We listen to what the elder says without hesitation.

Even before we had seen him, our mother had often spoken about him, so we had grown to love and respect him.

My mother often misses her grandfather. She said that she used to visit him about once a year.

It has been many years since I have been able to reach the greatness of this world.

My mother asked him to visit Yangon once, but he never came.

" Since we don't have a mother, she's our mother, she's our sister. I tried to get her to come to us once. Our sisters are very traditional, really traditional."

Mom didn't just complain like this, she sent for Dad once or twice, but he didn't come. Dad would only come back with a pile of gifts.

I don't remember the old man very well. I can't even imagine his appearance. I love him with my mother's words. I am close to him. I am afraid of him. Above all, the old man has a most important influence on our whole house.

These include rice bags, salt bags, fish paste, dried fish, egg cartons, seasonal produce, and salted fish, etc., which are delivered regularly every month.

They say they started sending it like this about a year after Mom and Dad got it.

When my mother, a forest dweller, followed my father, a Rangoon native, my mother and father said that if she could not come and live with them in the forest, they would not let her and my father live together.

My father, who works as a wage laborer, can't go to the forest, and he doesn't know anything about forest work.

My mother and father couldn't separate, so they didn't go to the forest. Here, my mother's parents said they were angry with me and cut off my inheritance.

From then on, the old man was given the right to take control of all the property, with the promise that he would not share a single penny.

Ma Mae said that since then, the elder has been secretly sending rice, salt, fish paste, dried fish, etc. to Ma Mae every month, even now.

The items sent by the great lord always arrived at the house at the same time as the monthly magazines published in Yangon arrived at the shop.

Sometimes even large shipments arrive early.

This is how it always arrives early, but this month the usual large shipments have not arrived.

It arrived at the end of the month and the beginning of the next month. My mother, quite worried, went to the ship that was carrying the goods and asked. She couldn't ask.

" I don't know if something is wrong, sister."

He told his father. He asked his father to take time off work to go with him to the big brother.

I also had to take leave from school to go to the forest with my father to remember seeing the old man.

The great man's place was a long way from the port city, and it took a cart or a boat to reach the port city.

It is also said to be a peaceful village because it is located on the seashore.

It is said that the shore is flat, but the higher up the hill is very muddy. The coconut grove and garden owned by the king are also not small.

As much as my mother was worried, I was happy. I was looking for clothes, shoes, etc. that would suit the place. At that moment, a loud, loud sound came from the door, accompanied by a loud knock, "Jung Jung... Kyauk Chaung."

“ Hey... Shin Kyar, I really want to find a place to stay, but I’m in Yangon... I’m in Yangon and I’m being rude. I don’t know... I don’t know, I know... I can’t even tell you what I know. I’ve been there... I’ve been there. Since I’ve been in Yangon, I’ve been shouting. Is this where you live? So, you can live in this place because you’re so much like me, I’m surprised.”

As soon as Mom opened the door, they saw an old woman with pale skin, a big belly, a tall figure, big hands and feet, and a sunburned face, who kept talking incessantly as she walked in with her bags.

Mother and child

"Sister"

"He shouted in a single voice, tears streaming down his face."

" Well... I'll cry later, now I have to carry my things."

As the elder spoke, he dropped the things he had been carrying on his left shoulder, his right shoulder, his hand, and his head onto the floor, and then, with a heavy rope, he walked out the door and down the stairs.

Suddenly, my mother and I remembered and ran downstairs from the house. We also had a lot of things.

We were unloading our belongings from the car. In front of the driver, Daw Thapon, who was about to breastfeed her baby, unfolded her thick, loose-fitting top and pulled out a sweat-wicking jacket that had been tucked into her skirt.

Then, he untied the large, brass-colored clasp that held the bag shut and pulled out a large package that was almost the size of a brick.

They were amazed when they pulled such a large package out of their stomach, as if it were a magic trick. They smiled.

The old man untied the dirty, earth-stained cloth from the bundle.

It was only about a foot long. When it was all untied, I realized it was a long bag, like a sock.

From the bag, he pulled out a large stack of twenty-ton papers, each sheet spread out and tied together by three strings, as if they were tied together. He untied the strings.

" Hey... kid, how much is it?"

"Six kyats, sir."

“ Rob... Take, sixty, the money I’m giving you now is the equivalent of a big man working half a moe in our forest. Do you understand? A big man works one moe and gets sixty baskets of rice. Sixty rice is worth sixty silver to us. Now I’ll give you one moe from us in a moment. So you can help me carry my things to the house.” The driver took the money from the big man’s hand and carried the things that were piled on the side of the road to the house.

When they saw this incident, Mom, Dad, and I were all very happy with the money they had given us.

However, knowing that the words of the great king were meant to be heard, no one intervened.

The great man spoke in a loud and clear voice.

He laughs and laughs. He thinks and sees things from a logical perspective. He also has good grades.

" Hey... you guys, Yangon is a city where everyone is kidnapping. It was me, U Aung, who had to kidnap the driver because it was too late."

We are big...

Suddenly they don't understand what you're saying, and then...