After several weekends of non-stop out-of-town trips and sightseeings, I finally stayed put in Bangkok this weekend. I have used up my holidays for April and May, and it's time to get back to normal routine. Wet season begins. With it come things yummy: markets are abundant with fruits, and they are very cheap. Mangosteens are sold for 20 baht a kilo, gala apples 5 baht each, mangoes for 25 baht a kilo, papaya for 10 baht a kilo and Monthong durian for 40 baht a kilo. Aung San Suu Kyi was on my mind when I ate mangoes this week. It's not her predicament on the news these days; nor that framed picture resting askew on the wall, which I remember I bought in Myanmar. I am reminded of an article I read around the time before her husband died. It mentions that she likes Thai mangoes, this variety: The article also describes something I have never read anywhere else and at any time - a rare moment in which the nobel laureate burst into tears when her strictly monitored, very limi
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