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I reach the end of the voyage in a tiny yard surrounded by vegetation, where a military checkpoint, makes me know that I finally reached my goal. He parked the motorcycle without a tie, the apparent existing surveillance and walk through the barrier of access to venture to the village, until I receive a warning that military reversing to pay a toll. Yes! indeed, a bloody and unjust toll of about $ 6 entry simply by entering, yes, so nice. The excitement increases every second, until you see the first woman in the background Padaung. My fervent curiosity becomes timid as he passed her.

Respect my face clear as is evident every step I take, as serious and saddened villagers make me realize one of these injustices, even eradicate. The small huts where they live and work one could say that are geared towards tourists, when you see that in each small table is enabled main handicraft products for sale. Thus, its people are more than accustomed to the visitor arrives with the sole purpose of taking a picture to quickly go whence he came. I've half-hour drive, and the complicity I feel for these people, does not want to take the camera. The ease with which we all live, do not have the need to buy insistirte that some of their products, unlike any other retailer as you would normal the rest of the country. I have visited and the whole village, but I can not go thinking that I was quiet as the rest of the few visitors who came, saw and vanished.