I grew up in a small Mon village in Myanmar. It was very far away from the city, but it was not a safe place. The military often came and took our food, or forced us to do free labour for them. They did it to my grandfather, they did it to my father and then, when I grew up, they did it to me.
I remember they took us to work on a road, breaking soil and carrying stones. While we were working, they didn’t give us enough food or water, and verbally abused us . . .