Will the Puppets move as the Masters say?

I was leisurely eating my Subway Sandwich around noon today, looking at many passers-by, generally checking out for cute guys and cute clothes and accessories on girls; as I half listened and watched Bloomberg News interviewing a really rich Japanese Businessman, on my lunch break from work, when my cell phone rang and informed me that it was an overseas call.

My cell phone rarely does that, oweing to the fact that I generally have poor friends and family scatered all over the world who don't usually call me.

So, I almost threw away my Subway Sandwich in scrambling in answering my mobile.

It was a relative of mine, whom I usually called; either because I was sick and wanted to talk to someone who loved me unconditionally or because it cost her more to call me. so she couldn't.

She was crying. Hearing her cry made me want to throw up my yet to be digested sandwich, which wasn't very good, anyway.

Once she said it was about work, I knew what it was. I knew it but I let her tell me.

She told me that her company, being owned by the government, is going to have to move to Pyinnmana, as it was a mandate of the geovernment, in its "process to gain democracy for Myanmar".

It was a load of crap.

The Burmese government wanted to move the capital of Myanmar from Yangon to Pyinnmana. Therefore, they were making all the government offices move there.

Pyinnmana was about 600 kilometers away (=370 miles) from Yangon).

My relative was crying because she can't move to Pyinnmana. What is her 84 year old mother going to do, when she has to work in Pyinnmana? Where are they going to live? There are no good hospitals in Pyinnmana. There barely has been any good hospitals in Yangon in the last decade.

I tried not to cry because it was my first day at work. I try not to cry because if I cried, it would make her worse.

I tell her to quit. I tell her I'll send her the 10 dollars she earns working for the governement monthly. My mother already supports them anyway, as Burmese money has come to mean little to nothing with inflation prices reaching more than 10 fold just during the last month.

She asked me how can she quit? What will everone say then, because she won't have a job. I didn't know what to say because for the first 15 years that she was working, government servants were the luckiest ones. But it has slowly turned to be a worthless job that you couldn't survive on if you weren't somehow corrupt or had other sources of income.

I try to tell her that the namesake and saving face meant nothing when what she really needed to do was be by her mother's side.

She cried harder. She told me somethings about the family situation that I cannot repeat here.

I sighed heavily, looking at my half eaten sandwich.

She then told me she had to go for a meeting before lunch and she had to get ready for it and thank you for listening and asked me how I was.

I said I was ok, definitely doing better than she was.

I then really realized that I was in better shape and form, no matter how depressing I thought my situation was.