No Room for Grieving: The tragedy of Cyclone Nargis
My impression of the whole country was defined by a writer from a news magazine on their article on Burma's new capital, Naypyidaw (abode of kings), where the magazine described the place as having ruled with a surreal sense of order.
After spending three weeks inside the country, and several attempts to go farther down the delta, I have witnessed how Burmese people live under the iron fist. The government impedes any kind of foreign aid as they have said they are on top of the situation, but beyond that superstitious facade the people are grieving.
The country is undeniably beautiful and the people's incomparable friendly nature would bring them on the top of tourist destinations in the region, but the paranoid kings keep on isolating their kingdom from the rest of the world the same thing that they are doing to their people.
Myanmar has been isolated ever since their independence from the British. But as the country faces undeniable pressure from the international community, the government keeps insisting that they are their brother's keeper. After peeping through Burma, I felt that the people are indeed kept, kept from the rest of the outside world and kept in places that they have no say.