Yes, the rain is over and gone.
No, the flowers have not appeared on the earth; the time of the singing is not come, and the cooing of the doves is not heard in our land.
Yes, it is the time of the dust.
No, it’s not weird that shopkeepers and homeowners throughout Myanmar begin their days by sprinkling handfuls of water into the road out front to keep the dust down. This ritual takes place even at the airports… on the terminal floor. In neither setting does anything really change as a result. Near as I can see, in Myanmar, dust bats last.
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