Northern Myanmar: Years of Dehumanization

"Ying'er, is this what you usually eat?"

"Brother, it's really unpalatable, right? I just told you not to eat it."

After hearing what I said, my sister thought I was blaming her for not stopping me and letting me eat such disgusting food, and she was also apologizing to me.

"You suffered."

After I said this, I finished eating all the remaining pickles in the bowl.

Even though it tasted bad, I still finished it. You know, I only ate this one meal, and maybe my sister eats the same thing every day.

"Okay, let's go to Second Uncle's house for lunch today."

After eating, I stood up, touched my sister's head and said.

"Let me restore the cabinet to its original state first."

My sister left these words and hid herself in the closet.

I followed her and saw that there was a hole under the wardrobe and a wooden board on top. When someone was there, they could just go into the wardrobe, open it, and hide inside. It was indeed difficult to find.

"You keep a dog outside, and this is how you use it, right?"

I watched my sister tidy up the cabinet and said the same thing.

"Yes, this way I will have time to react."

After hearing what I said, my sister didn't hide it.

"As expected of my sister, she is so smart!"

I praised my sister.

"Brother, I'm sure the second uncle has also told you about this. I did this out of helplessness. If they find me, I won't have any money to give them."

My sister frowned and said this.

"It's okay. I'm back. This matter is over now. Okay, let's go. Otherwise, the second uncle will be waiting anxiously."

After comforting my sister, I said this.

My sister nodded and we all left the house.

"By the way, sister, whose house do you live in? Why does it seem so familiar?"

On the way to my second uncle's house, I asked my sister.

I have a pretty clear memory of what my home looks like.

The yard just now was obviously not my home, which is why I had this question.

"It's my uncle's."

My sister looked at me and then answered.

"His family, is he back?"

When I heard it was my uncle's family, I narrowed my eyes slightly and asked like this.

"I didn't come back. After I sold our house to pay off the debt, my uncle's wife let me live there. It was like I had a home."

My sister seemed to hear the resentment in my words and said the same thing.

"Well..."

After hearing this, the hatred in my heart subsided.

My uncle hasn't come back yet, and I guess he died in northern Myanmar.

Even if I have hatred in my heart now, it doesn't involve his family.

After all, I helped my sister when she was down and out. When a person dies, it's like a light goes out. Let it go.

"Brother, you must have suffered a lot there. I saw people on the Internet saying that northern Myanmar is very dangerous. Otherwise, your hair wouldn't have turned white."

After a while, my sister looked at my head full of white hair and asked this question.

"No, this is my dyed hair. If you think it doesn't look good, I can dye it back later."

I shook my head and explained.

We talked as we walked, and soon we arrived at the second uncle's house.

The second uncle has already filled the table with dishes.

While we were eating, the second uncle kept picking up food for us and we also picked up food for him. For a moment, we felt a little warm.

After dinner, I asked my sister where those moneylenders came from.

"They are loan sharks. The longer they delay, the more money they have to pay. They can never pay it back."

When my sister heard my question, she answered in the same way.

"Nana, people like this need to be defeated."

After I heard what my sister said, I waved my hand and said this.

"No, brother. If you fight now, you will be arrested. However, if they lend money at high interest rates, we can still arrest them."

When my sister saw me like this, she also hurriedly tried to stop me.

"It looks like this..."

I scratched my head and then applied the way I handled things in northern Myanmar.

No wonder the middle-aged man gave the two of us a surveillance camera.

"If you're like this, I'm going to call someone."

When I heard my sister say this, I also took out my phone.

My sister's words reminded me of that middle-aged man. As the saying goes, every profession has its own expertise, so why not consult him?

"Hey......"

"Brother, there is something..."

I called him brother and told the middle-aged man about the situation here.

"Your sister is right. She can indeed be convicted. So, where are you from in Shaoyang, Hunan?"

At this time, the middle-aged man told me my approximate location.

After I told him my specific location, the middle-aged man was silent for a while, and then he said:

"A student I taught seems to be in that place. Let him handle it."

"Thank you."

After hearing this, I also expressed my sincere gratitude to the middle-aged man.

"This is what we should do. Everything is for the people. Loan sharks have ruined many people's families and should be punished."

The middle-aged man gave me his student's phone number and then hung up.

After writing down the phone number, I looked at my sister and asked when those people would come to collect the debt.

My sister told me that they usually come at six in the afternoon because that is when she gets off work.

"Oh, by the way, since you know that this will put them in jail, why don't you call the police?"

I looked at my sister and asked with some confusion.

"Brother, they are a group, and I am afraid of their revenge. Now that I see you are back and want to take action, I dare to say this idea."

When my sister heard me asking this, she directly said that it was not that she didn't want to call the police, but she was afraid of revenge from that group of people.

"Well, it's my fault for not thinking it through. By the way, take me to see my parents."

After hearing my sister's explanation, I understood. No wonder my sister didn't choose to call the police. Then I asked my sister to take me to see my parents.

After hearing this, my sister also showed a trace of sadness in her eyes:

"Brother, wait for me."

After my sister finished speaking, she ran away and came back after a while.

I had a few bags of paper for burning and some snacks in my hands.

This is the custom here. I hope the family members below can also try it.

Then I took my sister in the car, and under her guidance, we came to the unique cemetery in our village.

It can be said that all the people who passed away in our village were in this place, which is a small hilly area with some undulating terrain, but the inside is flat, which does seem to be a place of protection.

The people buried in the front are from a relatively long time ago, while those buried in the back are from more recent times.

This way, there is a disadvantage.

Those are the people who have passed away long ago, and their graves are becoming more and more desolate.

This is because those who remember him will also be buried in the ground, and without inheritance, they will naturally be forgotten.

Perhaps, this is the common sorrow in this world.

When we got to the front, near the middle, my sister stopped:

"Brother, this is the grave of my parents."

When I saw this, I lit the paper first, then knelt down and kowtowed three times:

"Mom and Dad, I'm late..."