I write quite a bit in this journal about Burma (you might know it as Myanmar). That is because when I traveled there a while back the country left a strong impression on me. My last day in the country was the first day of Thingyan, the water festival that marks the Buddhist New Year. 362 days of the year the people are repressed, but during these three days they all seem to cut loose. I knew a few ex-pats working in the country and spent the day with them, going from stage to stage (called “pandals”), which line the streets and pump in so much water from the lakes that, by the end, they are practically drained. Regrettably, I decided not to change my ticket and left after the first day.
It turned out to be the right decision, because, two days later, the festival was rocked by a massive bombing not far from where I’d spent the my afternoon. The government blamed it on rebel groups trying to disrupt the festival, but most people suspect the government itself was responsible, implicating the rebels in order to drum up support for the generals in the upcoming democratic election – the first in twenty years. The funny thing is that the elections have already been rigged in advance, so an action like this seems more sadistic than anything else. Continue reading