Another story which took place almost ruined my life here was:
I was walking aimlessly around the park when I noticed some local women in traditional costumes chatting and eating. In an effort not to disturb them, I took out my camera and started to shoot from a hidden angle. I never believed this would cause a lots of noises.
Right there when I was to press the shuttle, I heard many and many whistles across the street. What was happening? Surprised, I began to look back. It wasn't a military coup, I hope, like a recent one in Thailand.
It wasn't! But they were some soldiers, wearing guns and standing behind gasoline barrens and steels. They were pointed to me; and behind me a local young man walking past whispered rushily: don't take pictures. Go !
This made me so nervous and more. Meanwhile I nodded to those soldiers, thankfully for not shooting me. I walked faster and disappeared from the scene. Gasping my breath, I thanked for the local young man for warning me and inquiring the reason.
'They could kill you. It was American embassy!' he answered sharply, but couldn't explain more in his basic English about existence of rows and rows of gas barrens stationed in front there.
33rd is between the two busiest streets, Anawrahta rd and Mahabandoola rd; the neighboring alleys were all occupied by camera shops, film development stores, clothes stores and food markets. I didn't even dare to try the local foods. I only had one bbq corn ( on stick,200 kyat), one steamed corn( 100 kyat), and a cup of coffee from hotel as dinner before I went to bed. Just because I'd like to give my stomach some time to adapt it here too.
On that night, I had a dream; but only part I could recall, when I got up during the middle of night to turn off the over-freezing air-conditioner, were sounds of rains of bullets.
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