I few days ago I spoke with Aung San Suu Kyi. It was her birthday. We had just a few words on a very bad phone line. The interference was probably due to someone listening in. The time we had, though short, was very emotional for me. The voice of Daw, an honorific name given to the lady, is beautiful clear and strong (article published in Il Sole 24 Ore. In Italian only).
The next morning I worked on a different story. I went in search of the last glimpses of the old Bangkok harbour. I walked along a very long and rickety wooden jetty over a muddy canal. And I came upon a wharf where an old tramp steamer was moored. It was just the place I was looking for. Once again, it had an emotional impact.
If you keep looking for them, you will feel and see stories. Then they have to be told.
But that’s another story.