စက်တင်ဘာ blues

Blue 1

We passed a coffee plantation and he said it was a pity that the people didn’t drink the coffee that was growing right there on their own hillsides, rather had to drink bloody horrible Nestlé coffee instead. The Swiss looked at me. After a moment he said, well that’s the world goes. The fucking Swiss. They spoke perfect English to me and perfect Spanish to the guide. They could properly say “well that’s the way the world goes” in French, Italian and German too. 

So geht es. C’est comme ça. 

Is the war over?— la guerre, est-elle terminée?

Blue 2

I went to pick her up this morning. She told me about how filthy the public toilets are at the airport.
 
“It’s awful,” she said. 

“I am not surprised, ” I replied to her, “This country is moving backwards.” I said it with a full of bitterness and hatreds. 

She tried to counter my statement with her optimistic and constructive opinion. “Yes, but not all is moving backwards.”

I wanted to ask her to name one but I bit my tongue instead and looked out of the moving truck. I gazed fixed on the powerhead poles which appeared to me randomly rising from the green paddy fields until they became smaller and eventually vanished from the sight. 

Oh man, I fucking hate this country.