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    To My Lost Trishaw Driver

    Pico Iyer on decades of letters to a man he met, once, in Myanmar.
    by Pico Iyer Mar 22, 2022 4 minutes
    Yangon, Myanmar, via Creative Commons.

    Travel is, deep down, an exercise in trust, and sometimes I think it was you who became my life’s most enduring teacher. I had every reason to be wary when, in 1985, I clambered out of the overnight train and stepped out into the October sunshine of Mandalay, blinking amidst the dust and bustle of the “City of Kings.” I wasn’t reassured as you sprang out of the rickety bicycle trishaw in which you’d been sleeping, as you did every night, and I don’t think the signs along the sides of your vehicle — b.sc. (maths) and my life — put my mind very much to rest.

    To me it seemed like a bold leap of faith — a shot

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