Warning --highly disturbing--smells too--Mandalay rescue efforts hampered at every turn.

https://www.irrawaddy.com/news/burma/rescue-efforts-at-myanmar-earthquakes-epicenter-hampered-at-every-turn.html

There's going to be contaminated water and cholero etc too.

It's the original title of my unpublished novel

I Weep for You my Native Land.

I wrote it in mid-1990s in Philadelphia.

I was inspired by Cry the Beloved Country by Alan Paton.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cry,_the_Beloved_Country

Paton was the warden of a prison when he wrote it.

It starts with a lovely description of the landscape--and his (narrator's sister) leaving for the city

where she "does not have s husband, but rather she has many husbands."

Something is happening to me again, with this double or triple or quadruple shocks and I am going back into dissertation writing mode.

I'll be doing what my friend Nita told me about 4 years ago:

"If the dishe pile up in the sink, that's what they are supposed to do. Don't even read. WRITE."

It's maybe time to check the news late at night when I have done my cooking after 8 PM and had my dinner and done my writing quota for the day.

People think writing is so glamourus and it come so easy.

Not that easy--painful.

I cry a lot.

I just cried for Virginia Giuffre.

First Reader down under cries when she reads the death scenes.

One ninny said, "But Aunty, your writing is full of dead bodies.

I was just re-reading a book by Stan Sesser, Lands of Charm and Cruelty: Travels in Southeast Asia.

So am I supposed to write cute things?

I think not.

Copyright Kyi May Kaung

Including images and titles of unpublished manuscripts.

4-1-2025

Kaung--Sagaing before 2021. Needlepoint.

Kaung needlpoint abstract--Sagaing village after bombing--I enhanced the colors--really was very grey--based in photo in Irrawaddy magazine. Thanks to editors, Ko Aung Zaw and Ko Yeni.