Diary Entries
14th Oct 1991
Myanmar
54 University Ave
Dear Diary
It happened. It happened so fast for how much it was worth to me. I now have a spotlight on me so the military can't do anything to me without a worldwide uproar. The house was still dark from the power failure but I am as bright as ever. My little boy made a speech. And he had made it with his heart. I had nearly fainted when the power had cut out in the house. The radio stopped and I nearly screamed. No, no, no. But luckily, we had a battery powered radio so there I was, standing in the dark, fiddling with the dial to find the right channel, mere seconds away from the start of the speech and then I hear a crackle and as the speech started and I heard my beautiful Alex speaking with pride and hope. And I would have fainted if I hadn’t wanted to hear the rest of the speech.
I have received the Nobel Peace Prize. The Junta must’ve heard that I won the prize right. And that means I have the protection of the world almost. I mean, if I die, will the rest of the world realize what is happening here. But how did my son know that I would have said the exact same thing? He spoke about my sacrifice and hardship. And he knew that I would be listening so he said the exact thing I would have. My kids are the best thing in the world to me and I would never forgive myself if something happened to them. May they live on forever.
12 Nov 2010
Myanmar
54 University Ave
Dear Diary,
I am free. The 21 years under house arrest is up and I am finally free. The Junta is moving out and I cannot wait to see the outside world. But what will happen when I am released? Will lots of people know or will I just walk out? So many questions I have about the outside. What has changed out there? Has it been destroyed by the Junta or is the country still slowly moving forward? Wait, what is that sound? The sound of drums and marching feet just outside my front gate. I will come back when I know what is happening.
There were millions of them. Women, men, children and more. They filled the street and clogged up traffic. And they were chanting my name. A platform was raised and as I stood on it, I made a speech and then went around the massive group. They were the kindest most humble people I will ever meet. And then the monks came from up the road. They walked in three lines that went back for hundreds of meters. They were calling my name and bowed to me when they saw me. They had visited when I was first put under house arrest, so I greeted them gratefully and they told me what had happened. I will write about it tomorrow when I am ready to talk about it. I will go shopping soon but now I think I may sleep. Good night diary.
July 1989
Myanmar
54 University Ave
Dear Diary
Today was a horrific day for me. My friends were taken and I do not have anyway to contact them. I still have my beautiful family but I'm going to send the kid’s home. I sense unrest and I could not bare a life without them. My husband should arrive soon. I can not wait. But something is wrong, I am at home but where are my colleagues. Prison. That is the only word I can think about. Prison. I should be with them. Suffering the same as them. But I'm not. I am at home with my family. But it’s still nagging me. And I need to do something about it.
My life is in ruins because of the arrest. But I've made up my mind. I am risking it all. Not only my life, but the freedom of this country. I'm going on hunger strike. I know what it will cause if I die and so do the military. It will cause an uproar. And the junta could not stop it. So they’ll comply and release my colleagues. But my family. My husband is meant to arrive in three days. And what about my two sons. What will they think of me? Am I selfless or selfish? Do I care more about my colleagues than them? All this is buzzing around in my head. What will I do? What will I say? My children are old enough to look after themselves right? But what kind of mother would I be. Leaving my kid’s.