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Saving Fish from Drowning - Heal Burma

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SAVING FISH FROM DROWNING<br />

the Golden Pagoda: a dozen or so journalists, all secretly congratu­<br />

lating themselves for blending in with the real tourists. They were<br />

wearing loud Hawaiian shirts and toting repulsively outdated video<br />

equipment that no bona fide journalist would ever be caught with,<br />

unless as camouflage. Of course, the inner workings had been retro­<br />

fitted to record film-quality images.<br />

As you might guess, the mandate of every network was an exclu­<br />

sive interview with Harry Bailley. GNN told its journalists to tape<br />

Harry secretly. The man was just too savvy about saying the right<br />

thing, which was far less interesting than the off-camera truth. Wasn’t<br />

it illegal to record someone without permission? Not to worry, in<br />

Myanmar, the question wasn’t “Is it legal?” but “Is it lethal?” Every­<br />

body, watch your step.<br />

To help coax Harry into baring his soul, GNN sent Belinda<br />

Merkin, its most strategically equipped reporter, a green-eyed, big-<br />

haired brunette and former figure skater, who also had been a Ful­<br />

bright scholar in China and was a graduate of Columbia’s School of<br />

Journalism. Accompanying her was Zilpha Wexlar, a sound engi­<br />

neer who had a superb digital recording device, and the critical ears<br />

to match it. The device was attached to the inside of her well-worn<br />

backpack, its microphone peering out of a frayed, bullet-sized hole.<br />

This duo had been lurking for nearly two days, searching the bars<br />

that Harry might frequent. Their original plan was to appear befud­<br />

dled and ask him for recommendations on places to visit and things<br />

to do. And where are you going next, they’d inquire, with Belinda<br />

sprinkling enough flirtatious hints to get him to suggest that they tag<br />

along. As their researchers had told them, given Harry’s reputation<br />

and his eye for attractive young women, they’d probably have no<br />

trouble getting the invitation.<br />

“Pardon me, miss,” Harry now said to the long-haired reporter.<br />

“You probably have no idea who I am. . . .” He paused, waiting for<br />

her to recognize him.<br />

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