Saving Fish from Drowning - Heal Burma

SAVING FISH FROM DROWNING
My friends looked at one another. There were fierce tribes in
Myanmar? Dwight seemed oddly interested in this fact. Roxanne
had a headache. She wondered if her period was coming, hailing the
dismal news, once again, that she was not pregnant. “I can’t stand
that microphone,” she muttered. “Can someone tell her to turn it
down, or even give us some silence instead of blabbing on and on?”
Lulu went on: “The story is this. The Kachin often make insurrec­
tion against the government, the military government. Other tribes
in Myanmar do the same, not all, just some do. Karen people, I think
they do. So if it is happening, the Myanmar government must stop
this insurrection. Small civil war, until everything is quiet. But not
here, no such problem. Here our government is not military. China is
socialist, very peace-loving, all peoples, minorities, they are welcome
and can do their own lifestyles, but also live as one people in one
country. So here the Jingpo people are peaceful, no worries that you
visit their village. They welcome you, really, they sincerely welcom­
ing you. Okay?” She cupped her ear.
“Okay!” half the travelers shouted in unison.
“Okay, everyone agree. So now you learn somethings new. Here we
have a tribe called Jingpo. Over there, Kachin. Language, the same.
Business, the same. They do farming, living very simple life, have
strong family relations all under one roof, from grandmother to lit­
tle babies, yes, all under same roof. Soon you shall see. Very soon.”
She smiled confidently, clicked off the microphone, and began to
pass out bottles of water.
“Finally!” Roxanne whispered loudly.
What a treasure, Bennie thought. Lulu was like a kindergarten
teacher who could keep unruly children in order, clapping happily,
and on their toes. He leaned his head against the window. If he could
get a few winks, his mind would be able to function better....So
many details to attend to...He had to get them checked into the
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