By Nirmal Ghosh
Dawei, Tanintharyi, Myanmar, October 30, 2015
Across the open door of the immigration office, a black dog sleeps, his ears twitching. It is a slow day at the border, under the tropical afternoon sun.
The incessant whine of cicadas off the bumpy red dirt road at my back, snaking through the hills from the west, will soon give way to the roar of traffic and a smooth Thai highway to Bangkok in the east.
But first the Myanmar immigration officers spring to life, taking off the plastic covers of their computer monitors when I appear through the door, stepping around the dog. It is not often that a foreigner comes through here. But the development of Dawei, from where I have just come, could in a few years change all that.
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