There are two places that remind me to walk out in the open air.
The first place is ‘Nanjing Genocide Museum’ I kept my hands in panty sweater, walking along a Chinese tourist group into the place on the hard cold day. Then, I realized that not just a temperature’s drop makes people feel cold but the sadness itself can make us shiver.
I felt sorrow by standing among the pieces of darkness history that mankind ever knew.This kind of cold I do not need a sweater or a blanket. I just needed a gate to escape from darkness to breathe easily in the open air.
The second place is the Chakma village in the Dhalai district of Tripura, India. They are Buddhist who evacuated from “Chittagong massacre incident” in Bangladesh. They settle here now.
I reached Andrachara village on a bright day. At first, I put a joyful smile on my face because I had a special meeting with immigrants. Just stepping into the village reminded me of the same feeling as stepping into the Nanjing Genocide Museum. People live here with suffering and pain from darkness memories.
At Nanjing, we perceived stories from the historical part but for Andrachara village we knew stories from real people’s testimonies. They are all alive but tormented.
If Nanjing is a museum of objects. Here, Andrachara village, it will be a museum of life.
The Museum without exit gates.
It was a day that I was astounded from sadness. Listening to those depressing stories of the Chakma throughout the day was no different from walking in the Nanjing Genocide Museum without a single pause. I did want to leave these stories for a moment and find an exit gate but I wasn’t able to do so. Because the museum of Chakma has no exit gate for anyone.
Nanjing Genocide Museum leads us into the stories that had happened and ended at a certain point in the world history. No matter how sad you are coping with you will find the end result of its story. There is an exit gate widely open for you.
But the museum of life, Chakma village, is far more different. We walk into these stories from the beginning but find no exit or concluded ending from these painful stories. These people are still living in nightmare on the Chittagong Mountain.
Even when you are reading this note, most people of Chakma are still being harassed by countless invasions of hatred.
A journey from Suphachai Thongsak Producer of Tipitaka