Yay! Had that Myanmar house painter landlord Tan found somewhere ever crawled outta some jungle. Electric. Six years landed, via Thailand. The fighting had reached his own region, after the earlier in Yangon and Mandalay. Intricate tattoos with secret symbolism inked in forest hideouts by experienced urban artists, who had hightailed with everyone else. (How crude were the JNA tags of sixty years ago—Jugoslovenska Narodna Armija – that Frane the Dalmatian & others needed to live with well past their use-by dates.) Ijin?? his regional centre?? Where communication lines still opened occasionally. (Nandar from the Korean dessert place on North Bridge reported nothing from Mandalay city itself three years now.) Mone Yin maybe, on the Shan Plateau, couple hours north of Mandalay. Chang Mai was a 6 - 8 week march. (Bab had been too frightened to follow Olga Ilic over the Northern border into Italy early ‘50s. This guy left little choice.) Te-zuh-dje-bade gave him a blast, boyish suddenly on the second hearing. Again, a pic by the round of the shoulder, face turned away as if flinching or reeling; chin pointed. Might have captured something.
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