Once in Mandalay
Myanmar, Mandalay. Late in the afternoon in one of the temples, whose names are too difficult for me to remember.
I was sitting in the corner and counting my money, because I was afraid that I did not have enough. The condition of my 20 dollar bills had been questioned, while I could not get others from an ATM because there are not any in Myanmar.
Then a monk with a little novice came.
The older monk immediately became interested in the money, probably because he hadn’t had the chance to see that number of dollars before.
The little novice was admiring a shiny temple and didn’t pay any attention to me. He was standing near one of the temple’s pillars, and his eyes were becoming bigger and bigger.
I took out the camera.
The shutter sound didn’t change anything. The little boy was still staring at the temple and the only difference was that he also opened his mouth.
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