Showing posts with label Thinggyan. Show all posts
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Wednesday, 18 May 2011

April 2010 Bombing in Yangon

The government says 10 people died and about 80 were injured by three bombs during waterfest. But the wooden dance stage wasn't damaged. The Emerys sent me an article from The Irawaddy magazine saying three journalists were arrested for taking photos of the bomb site, but the magazine also said it didn't actually know what three people were arrested for there, only that there was a rumour it was because they were photo journalists, which it also didn't say if they were actually known to be. I couldn't even find the bomb site, and there certainly wasn't any police barrier around any site that might be under investigation.

The newspaper didn't say who the people killed were, except that they were security forces, and that the bombing was aimed at a general's grandson, but I don't know if he was there. They said it was done by insurgent terrorists, though it didn't name the insurgent group or offer any suggestions on which one. The party seemed just as raucous before the bomb as after.

International media, such as the BBC, did offer suggestions, one of which was the Karen National Army. However, every international news story I saw used only the official government statements about the bombs, and didn't seem to have anything else to say except that the businesses around the lake are owned by SPDC supporters, whatever that means.

Me, I saw two ambulances go down our street that afternoon, and that's all. I walked around the entire lake looking for the bomb site and couldn't find a single pandal that looked any different from the others, much less a barrier or cop gaurding over what was supposed to be an investigation site.

Thinggyan Water Festival, April 2010


Young people rented pick-up trucks and lorries, and drove around all day dancing, drinking whiskey and getting soaked. Some of the pandals were equipped with fire hoses. Some people used pressure washers to spray, some had buckets of ice water. Little kids waited on street corners with water guns, babies had cups of water poured down their backs, and dogs stood in the spray smiling. 





The only ones who didn't get splashed were monks and authorities, though Liz said she saw one soaked monk, and she personally reached into the passenger window of a taxi and dumped a bucket of water into a soldier's lap before noticing he was a soldier. Even if you begged, there was no way to escape having water tossed on you.