In the great port of Rangoon, in a hut near the docks on a straw pallette, Maung Tun was born twenty-four years ago. His mother fell ill. It was not until seven years later that she gave birth to her second son. Then, without difficulty, came the third, the fourth, and the fifth. Maung Tun's father worked on the docks, loading the ships with rice, teak, and oil. One day a thief stole the father's wages. The neighbors came to console him, but Maung Tun's father said, "No, the man ...