Wwe're waiting for our flight to Calcutta. It's 10:30 p.m. I'm incredibly tiredbut there's a free internet kiosk here. As we were going towards our gate, I saw a family squatting on the ground holdingan IOM bag I'm sure they were refugees, and probably Karen, but didn't dare ask. They seemed lost in a sea of travelers.
We had a presentattion abouut Ethnos Asia that was very moving. One of the men who spoke to us wasKaren, andtalked abbout the peoplehe's trying to help who have fled their homes in Burma but are still living in Bburma in IDP camps.
It's hard to type on this computer,soI'll add more later when it's easier