eat here. prawns from the river, in tomato curry. i tell you this, good sauce. oh, that's good. that is good, my friends. we shall know them by the number of their dead. early morning in yangon. among the crush of commuters, shoppers, people trying to make a living, rise up the last remnants of empire, faded, often crumbling, but still there after all these years. these are the offices, businesses, and public buildings of the british colonials. the sofaer building was once one of the swankest department stores in rangoon. a century ago, when kipling's poem "mandalay" was beckoning