Northern Myanmar: Adventures in Flowing

My name is Li Xiangbei. I was deceived into northern Myanmar when I was 17 years old. After I went there, they took away my phone and sent me a replacement camera with the camera taped shut. On the bed board of the dormitory, the previous resident carved four words with his nails - "I want to go home." There are still blood marks in some strokes. I don't know if he got out alive or dead. Here, there are two types of people: those who eat people, and those who are eaten. There is no truth here, only life Every second you experience here is up to you to interpret.