In Myanmar, the pagodas and churches are usually the most graceful, best-kept buildings. I forget what church this is but I do remember the almost skeletal Indian woman working in the Church. She was sweeping the floors and she kept begging while I was praying. I entered the church in search of a respite from the heat, and in need of quiet and refuge. Instead I was confronted with the helplessness that I was trying to escape - the helplessness that anyone with a conscious feels when visiting Myanmar.