Yangon’s entropy is unique. I have been to many cities and countries struggling with development amidst crippling poverty. I have seen many buildings in neglect. But none haunted me quiet so much as Yangon’s black-stained houses, eaten alive by monsoons and greenery. They can be found all over downtown, juxtaposed against the brand new high rise hotels and expat apartments.
While walking from downtown to Shwedagan, I passed by many large abandoned mansions and offices. I wondered, who used to live here, and what happened to them?
I know that the houses and buildings will not be preserved or repaired. They will all be torn down soon and will live only in my memory and this blog.