Some years ago, I was having lunch with a contact of mine, a young Burmese reporter, in a noodle shop in Yangon, the old capital of Myanmar. He chose the restaurant because it was generally safe: packed with customers who ate quickly and left. The pickled tea leaf salad was good too. As we started to eat, one of two men at a nearby table began taking pictures in our direction with a small camera. Nobody does that in a Myanmar restaurant except t…
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