One evening, I took a ride in this car of exceptional colors. The journey already in motion, asking only two words, "Take me", to the kind man of fewer syllables. And so he did, about the streets of Rangoon, plush in velvet chairs, garlands swaying at every turn, through Illustrations of life. That evening, in pilgrimage, pieces of one long narrative brings us to this day. Tomorrow this mysterious wander continues, as it does for all of us, into answers without questions.