Wednesday, 25 November 2015

Burma or Myanmar

You meet some pretty interesting characters when you work in the taxi industry.  One of the guys I met at the Airport and Casino ranks is Ming, or maybe its Minh, I'm not sure.  He's a real cheerful character who came to Australia from Burma.  I know it is Myanmar now but I'll still call it Burma.  Minh's English is quite good; some other Asians taxi drivers, particularly the Vietnamese ones, their English is quite poor and I have difficulty understanding them when I chat to them.  I asked Ming one night why his English is so good and he said that there are three basic subjects in Burmese schooling: Burmese, Mathematics and English.

Minh is a refugee.  He fought with the guerilla army in the Burmese countryside against the military dictatorship for seven years before escaping to Thailand where he was placed by the UNHCR in a refugee camp.  Obviously his claims for asylum were accepted and he was given a choice between three countries to go and live: USA, Canada and Australia.  He choose Australia because it was closer to Burma; he had hoped that the situation in Burma would improve and he could return.  Little do people know, I certainly didn't, that Burma during the 1950s and 1960s was a prosperous country where the Buddhists lived peaceful lives. Then the military came along and fucked it all up.

Minh works hard.  He does six nights a week, 12 hour shifts and then after that he does his cleaning jobs for two hours in the early hours of the morning. His wife works as a cleaner at a university as well, so they are able to pay off a mortgage and support their daughter who goes to university in Melbourne.  Ming hopes one day to go to university and study and get a better job.  I hope he does, he deserves it.

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