I grew up in Yangon. In February 2021, my dreams came to an end. My mother said: “Son, wake up. The military has taken over the country”. The days got darker. The window in my narrow room and the piece of sky I watched seemed to be the only freedom I had left. I wanted to say something about this new undercurrent in my life. I wrote things down, recorded my voice, and searched ...
They formed a media collective together, singing freely through the streets of Yangon, spreading their wings to a popular beat with a frankness of heart. The teenagers’ revolution launches on its journey.