idge On the Bridge at Kyaung Su our Loco ploughs into three Cows and a Calf, derailing itself in the process as two of the beasts are tumbled to death under its carriages. What I can only assume is the Mother lies terrified , broken and dying on the tracks next to her decapitated calf. I try to comfort her with soothing words and a calming hand, questioning onlookers whether someone cannot shoot the poor beast, but even with the two full carriages of newly graduated Tatmadaw, it seems there is not a gun to be had, or perhaps it was the will that could not be found, so I leave her suffering and waiting there in the heat. Kyaung Su, Burma, 10th December 2018
