On the midnight flight I, as a refugee, couldn’t stop reading an article in a news paper.


‘All liquid will have to find the way to the ocean.

Let the water come. Let the fish come. Let the frogs come.

And let’s turn fear into reality and live with it.

Like the water, we’ll find the way.’


Thai has saying, there’s fish in the water and rice in the field.

Water is life. It can’t be kept in the palms.

Let water go.


Text from commentary in Bangkok post by Kong Rithdee