|Great Myanmar Trip -Part5-|
My eyes opened peacefully early in the morning. But my friend, Ms. Mari, had worn a sweater and was wailing. Himm! Himm! Inn! Inn! "I have a headache and a stomachache. I feel cold." I said to her, "What happen to you? How are you?" I put my palm on her forehead. "Oh! You have a fever." When I touched her skin, I felt as hot as a flame.
While I was sleeping deeply, she was likely going to toilet again and again. Almost all of the toilet paper was used up. From that time, I started my nursing for her carrying a bundle of toilet paper and ice block. I did not known how to speak the word 'ice' in Myanmar. So I had to demonstrate and gesticulate to the others to know the hard pieces, which were formed from the cold water. At last I found ice blocks in the ice-pitcher, which was given by hotel. They were well frozen. I was so grateful to them that I nearly knelt down. Ms Mari's condition looked very bad. The people in the hotel asked if they would have to call a doctor.
I put ice blocks in the plastic bags. Those bags were placed on the forehead and under the pillow. I was waiting till her temperature downed. Ms Mari had taken the medicine, which could cure stomachache and diarrhoea. They had already been sold in the market. This sort of disease could not be cure unless the stomach was dry by avoid to eating any food. For stomachache, I gave her the medicine. I got it from the hospital. I fed her the boiled rice, which was prepared for emergency use.
I had encountered the same disease when I went to India. Two days after arrival, I ate omelet. Then I suffered from diarrhoea. I was so weak that I walk with a stagger. I experienced that holding a roll of toilet paper I had to ride the flight, which flew from New Delhi to Bewares. 'Toilet, toilet, where is that?' Murmuring these words, I rushed to the rear part of the plane. When I arrived there, I found it in the worst condition I had to feel revulsion. That disease lasted 3 days. Because of that experience, I always carried pure drinking water bottle, calorie made sweet and dry boiled rice for emergency use.
Wherever I go, I must take care of water, oil, ice, and uncooked vegetable and cut fruits. The next thing to be noticed is overeating. Because of interrelation with Chin and India, rice muddle, curry and their related food were available among Myanmar food.
The rice noodle tasted insipid. But oil was used a lot. Moreover garlic and coriander were added in the seasoning abundantly. Unless they were added, the muddle would be tasteless. The next day, both of us were belching with the bad smell continuously. Among these conditions, Ms Mari's stomach calmed down. It was noon when the temperature fell. She stood up slowly. She worried for me and said, 'Let us go to Shwedagon, after a while'. I wondered if it was possible to go there with her stomach for which three rolls of toilet paper had been used up. After hiring the taxi for both trips, we arrived the south entrance hall in which many images of Buddha were placed. We climbed up the stairs. When we stepped on the wide platform a huge pagoda like a golden mountain appeared in front of us. It was rising up to the sky. The gold leaves were glittering in the sunshine. The pagoda platform was divided into eight zones. Each zone had one angle. At every angle, there was a Buddha image and an edifice to pay homage.
First of all we searched for a toilet and kept the place in my mine. Watching the people who were bathing the image and offering with offertory, which consisted of hands of bananas, coconut, etc, we walked around the pagoda.
Pilgrims were having their lunch happily grouping here and there. Some opened their aluminium. Tiffin. Probably, my deed might be rude. I peeped into their Tiffin's. According to my estimation, there were rice, curry and Ramen noodle in it. Some put fried noodle in the Vinyl bag and ate it pulling out from the bag without changing into a plate.
Pagoda plat form was crowded with the people who had sought a shade and spread a sheet to sit. There was not such view in Japan in which a lot of pilgrims were having their lunch noisily and happily in front of the Temple. If you do so in Japan, you will be scolded and noticed not to make noises. People in Myanmar did like this Perhaps, because there was no amusement place in the city. Myanmar's deeds concerning with pagoda were lighter than ours. Their familiarities were deep. But they were polite and respectful to Lord Buddha.
Whatever happened we were able to study the biggest pagoda in Yangon. After taking a rest in the Hotel, I felt better and recovered from stomachache. So we went to Bogyoke Market, which was situated nearby. We walked there because they were near like eyes and nose. When we arrived there, I heard, 'Sister, the market is closed today.'
'Ah! Really!' While I was hesitating to determine what to do, the young man, Mo Ga, who had just noticed me, pointed to a department store, which was situated opposite of the road. He was very skilful in Japanese Language. He told me that he was learning from Satoo. At the entrance, I told him the words of gratitude. Then I gave him US 1 $ and began to depart. The young man said, 'I don't need it. I helped you not to find difficulties in your shopping. On the other hand, I also got opportunity to practice Japanese speaking. He said these words correctly and honestly.
I felt strange and merely laughed. He himself was very honest and polite. We had treated him badly. We had given a dollar like a chip in the Hotel. He said that he could not receive dollar because if the dollar were found in his hand, he would be doubted. Dollar could not be changed anywhere except black money market. We felt embarrassed. I changed my mind and treated him better than before. After shopping with the aid of his translation, we invited him to go to a teashop. But he denied it. He replied that it was enough for him to get a chance for practicing Japanese Language.
We said to him, 'Will we be able to speak more if you come along with us to the teashop? The invitation is our benevolence. Please accept it'. At Last, he had no word to reply and came along with us to a teashop. It was the first experience in which I could persuade a young man to give up all arguments by showing cause and effect. (Ha, Ha).
Mg Moga was 12 years old. He said that he wanted to be a monk when he was old enough. He was very poor. He left India with his mother for Myanmar this mother carried their living by washing clothes on hire. He paid his mother part of the money, which he got from using hid Language skill. Other parts of his money were saved to buy a camera. 'Because I can speak Japanese a little, I have got a chance to help Japanese who lost the way,' said he. His appearance resembled a monk, indeed. He was poor physically but he was rich spiritually.
He told us that his mother taught him that rich men might be poor in spirit. We respected him when we heard his words,' 'Although I am poor, I want to be a Goodman'. 'You are good men. So you will meet good men. I am praying for you to be able to come to Myanmar again'. His wide eyes were wielding at these words. Accompanied by twelve years old young boy, we heard valuable doctrine.
'Will there be any boy in Japan who can philosophies like this one?' 'Have we ever lived ourselves with the respectable spirit in our lives?' We asked ourselves. We thought that it was an opportunity to change our way of life.
At the beginning of our arrival, the light went off. We had to the candle at the entrance of immigration center. We regretted and said, "Ah! We have come to the most useless country." Later we realized that this country was very peaceful. "Myanmar is full of good-natured men. It has a lot of pagodas." It has natural beauty, many religious buildings and historical pagodas.
There was no country in the world, which was like Myanmar in which we were treated warmly. In social relation, people in Myanmar had noble attitude. Their kindness came out from the heart. Their deeds made us so pleased that we wanted to pray for them with two palms pressed together.
Final day came; I thanked Mr. Nishigaki for his advices and kindness.
I thank kindhearted people in Myanmar, too.