Notes from a Burmese Prison
Jump to text versionFull story text. Use the close button or Escape to return to the comic.If you want to get a letter out of a Burmese prison, do not give it to the guards.Perhaps this is obvious, but when they told me I could write two a month — one to my embassy and one to Juliana — I was naive enough to try.”All night,” I wrote to Juliana.“A fluorescent flood light illuminates the clouds of mosquitoes feasting on me, which makes it hard to sleep, and when the mosquitoes retreat, the ants crawl in — in pulsing veins along the cell wall and floor, over every inch of skin all day.”I filled every centimeter of the official letter form they gave me.“But it’s all fine. I’ve already gotten used to it by now. I just want to see you.”Three days later…“Write bigger. And…
