The streets and sidewalks of Yangon sometimes reserve a small share of magic, even poetry, like that of this imperturbable kid, beating hundreds of birds with his body,
like a surfer disappearing into the swirling wave, who leave his approach in all directions without touching him with just a flurry of wings. These pigeons have taken up residence on the sidewalk
and the overhead power cables next to the Sri Kali Hindu Temple just a stone’s throw from the famous Bokyoke Market. Perhaps they are regularly fed seeds by the faithful.
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