Northern Myanmar: Years of Dehumanization

Things in northern Myanmar were aroused some time ago.

I saw some comments.

"Really, who could be so stupid? Who would be deceived into going to northern Myanmar?"

"If it were me, I would be able to escape in a few days."

"I heard there are quite a lot of women there. Isn't that paradise?"

……

I took out the cigarette in my pocket and lit it. One finger was missing from my right hand and two from my left hand.

Smoking is not a must, but it is a must.

Maybe netizens are indeed smarter than me.

Even so, I'd say, you're going to be fooled.

Once there, you'll be eaten clean.

Some people may think I am alarmist, but I will not defend myself.

If you had seen my experience, maybe you wouldn’t be so confident?

Closer to home.

My name is Jiang Bai, born in 90, in a small village in the southeast region.

He is 1.76 meters tall, which is relatively tall in the southeast region.

As for his appearance, he is passable. He is an authentic handsome guy in the traditional sense. A handsome guy can only be considered handsome in the authentic sense.

In those days, there was no such thing as knowledge changing one's destiny.

When I reached the third grade of junior high school, my family forced me to take a leave of absence from school.

In fact, even if I didn't stop studying, I wouldn't be able to make a name for myself.

Without discipline, math is almost single digit every time.

My sister was not allowed to go to school. As her parents said, no matter what school a little girl goes to, it is virtue for a woman not to have talent.

hiss~

Thinking about it now, my parents were so feudal at that time.

After I dropped out of school, I was fourteen or fifteen years old and worked with my uncle in a clothes factory in the town.

For the young and budding me, there is no doubt that it is a torture.

Unexpectedly, I have been able to endure this for six years.

But after arriving at the northern Myanmar park, I missed this boring and peaceful life very much.

Now that I think about it, I was really cheap at that time.

In June 2010, the southeastern region became even more muggy.

"Jingle Bell."

The phone ringing at night broke the peace.

My father answered the phone, and my uncle's voice came from inside:

"Fuck, I'm getting rich. I made hundreds of dollars in just a few days here!"

"real?!"

There was an excited look on my father's face, and his loud voice attracted our attention.

"Really, let Xiaobai come over and go to Yundian Gasa. I'll give you a number. Call him when the time comes and someone will pick him up."

On the phone, the uncle's voice came again.

"Why are you so stunned? Why don't you come here to mark me?"

My father glanced at me and called me over.

I remember that I was stupid at that time, when I came to my father with a pen and paper.

He obviously heard the gunfire on the other end of the phone, but ignored it.

If he had been more cautious at the time, he might not have suffered inhuman torture.

However, how can one think of it if he has never experienced it?

A person who is very close to you will pull you into the abyss.

"Brother, you said..."

The smile on my father's face could not be hidden at all, as if he was happy that I had found a good job.

My father's legs were paralyzed a few years ago, which made the already poor family even worse.

Today was the first time in several years that he smiled so happily.

However, what happened next made him unable to laugh anymore...

After the uncle on the other end of the phone finished speaking, I also wrote down a series of numbers.

"This company has very good benefits. The air tickets will be refunded directly when the money comes in. Come quickly, otherwise they will be full."

The uncle opposite him added.

"Okay, okay, let this kid come over tomorrow!"

The wrinkles on my father's face were squeezed together.

The phone hangs up.

"Mom, pack this kid's things and let him come over tomorrow..."

The father looked at the mother who was weaving, and his tone seemed a little excited.

"His father, the baby has never traveled far, could it be..."

There was a hint of worry on the mother's face.

"What are you afraid of? His uncle is there, and there is someone to pick him up. Go and pack his things."

The father looked a little unhappy and waved his hand.

My mother sighed softly and went to pack my quilt and a change of clothes.

……

At night, looking at the moon outside the window and listening to the chirping of insects, I didn't feel sad about leaving home, but instead felt a little excited.

I'm taking a flight tomorrow!

When I left home, I took the only copycat mobile phone at home with me.

There is also a landline at home that can be contacted.

Carrying my luggage, I left my hometown.

As everyone knows, when he came back, things had changed.

I came to the airport alone and made some jokes.

Fortunately, the service staff at the airport are of good quality and it is easy to buy a ticket and get on the plane.

Since then he has embarked on a journey into Yunnan.

It was the first time in my life to leave the province and the first time to fly. Everyone seemed very excited along the way.

However, this excitement was gradually replaced by discomfort.

Yes, I got airsick.

I threw up several times on the plane.

Arriving at Gasa Airport, I got off the plane and squatted on the ground retching.

There is nothing left in the stomach.

The weather here in June is still hot even in the evening.

After a while, things got a little better.

He took out a piece of paper with the number on it and tried to contact him on his mobile phone.

At first, it showed that no one was answering the call, which made me feel uneasy.

After all, if you are not familiar with the place and can't get in touch, then you are doomed.

But soon, the other party took the initiative to contact me. I breathed a sigh of relief and said to myself that my uncle did not lie to me.

Let's make a long story short. After all, I was out of town. At that time, mobile phones had long-distance roaming charges and were extremely expensive.

Soon, a paunchy man in his forties came over wearing flower-dyed short-sleeves, with his hair parted in the middle.

"Are you Xiaojiang?"

There was doubt in his tone.

"Are you, Brother Wen?"

During the phone call, we actually informed each other of our names.

Brother Wen patted my face, grinned, and showed his big gold teeth:

"Young man, you look pretty good. No, here's your ticket money."

Brother Wen took out five big bills from the wallet he held.

"No, not so much."

Where have I seen this kind of attitude, just come here and get three hundred yuan for free?

"Just take what I gave you and go back into the company. These are just small amounts of money."

Brother Wen stuffed it directly into my hand.

Hearing what he said, all caution and other things were thrown away.

Touching the money in his hand, he felt fascinated.

"Gululu~"

At this time, my stomach growled inappropriately.

"You kid, don't treat yourself well. Come on, I'll treat you to something to eat."

Brother Wen smiled, put his arm around my neck and walked towards the stall next to me.

After eating and drinking, I was still grateful for Brother Wen's care.

Now that I think of his smiling face, I can't help but want to slap him in the face.

It was this person who personally sent himself into the abyss.