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When you ask people about their families, you hear a lot about death. They toss it out there with a smile and dismissive gesture, "How's your husband?" "Oh, he died." The baby died, the other baby died, nobody knows why, or else they gesture to the heart, inside troubles, who knows? Where did auntie go? They wave off to the side, "Oh, she died." I'm sitting at a teahouse and what I know of infection and the state of health care in Myanmar and the probability that anybody in his family has the money to take him to the hospital for IV antibiotics even if they are available, well. That man was going to die.
