Article: On Literary Associations in Myanmar

‘The first time I looked for it, I was expecting a 5th floor office in a blackened apartment block, or a shuttered ground floor hole in the wall.  I walked up and down Merchant Street between Bo Aung Kyaw and Pansodan several times before accepting defeat and asking in a tea shop.  The old man took the slip of paper in his hands.  Despite holding it upside down, he gave me a queer look and pointed straight up.’

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