Montag, 25. November 2013

Myanmar, Eric Trutwein and the Lei Thar Gone Family



The Lei Thar Gone Guesthouse and 
The Light of Love High School in Yenangyaung, Myanmar
Eric Trutwein - his projekts and his dream!


“Lei Thar Gone“, a “Gentle Breeze“ welcomes us when we get out of Nye Nye's car after a two hour drive down South from Bagan. It's more than a guest house, a garden on a hill with breathtaking views onto the mighty Ayeyarwaddy River and its banks, just outside the small town of Yenangyaung. The rooms are spacious and well furnished, most of them in semi-detached bungalows with little terraces and air-conditioning – in case you come during the hot season. Mid-November, the beginning of the “cold” season, opening the mosquito-proof-windows brings sufficient gentle breezes to sleep well.

Eric Trutwein, despite his German great grandfather's surname, is a true Burmese. Eric used to be a well established engineer and manager in the Myanmar Petrol Industry, who after retirement returned to his home town and started several projects to improve the poor living conditions in the villages. There are not enough jobs available to allow families to earn a living. There is never enough food and they cannot afford to repair their houses.
People fled their villages because they had to walk miles with heavy containers for their daily supply of water, a task mostly carried out by children. Today several villages are connected to the water system which Eric built and families are returning to their old homes. Eric helps to build houses and provides rice for the poorest of the poor.


Goat-banking is one of his fascinating ideas: Families receive five goats and start breeding them. When their herd reaches the magic number of fifteen, five goats are passed on to another family in need.
Because of malnutrition, diseases, AIDS, no affordable medical care and in some cases the backbreaking work people have to do in order to survive, a lot of them die young and little children are left without their parents.
Eric started his engagement with thirteen orphans.

In July 2013 the “Light of Love High School” opened with an official license by the local government for a pre-school and eleven grades. One hundred pupils, most of them orphans or with only a single parent, are brought to this beautiful site on the hill next to Lei Thar Gone by a school bus every morning.
Beautiful stone houses, well designed and solid. Everything is so clean and tidy. Something we admire Burmese people for. Despite extreme poverty they look after themselves, their houses and their yards are swept regularly.
Marie, the French Head Mistress decided during a visit in 2012 on the spot to come and do the job voluntarily for one year and will most likely stay on. She welcomes the kids before they go to their classes and many give her a long cuddle to start the day at school. It is obvious, Marie is dedicated, she loves the children and is very enthusiastic about her job and the whole project. In the future, when business at the Lei Thar Gone Guesthouse will have picked up, its profit is meant to finance the entire school. At the moment funding for the pupils, their families and the school is provided by Eric and several foreign associations. (www.kin-bir.de / www.hirtenkinder.ch / www.enfants-de-birmanie.org)

On our arrival at the guest house we meet Therese from Switzerland who helps to run the place for two months and trains the local staff so that they will be able to take over and run it themselves. Two months seem short but Therese is sure it will be a successful start, we already profit from her work and the staff's progress. Therese also works voluntarily.

At 3:30 pm we walk over to the school.
At the gate we are met by a little boy. He has seen us while playing with his friends. He takes Hanne's hand and leads us into the school yard. Again we experience this extraordinary friendliness that comes natural to Burmese people.


A few trees provide shade, we sit down and look around. Some of the girls artistically hop in and out of a rubber band. Some boys play football. All of them magically come closer to the tree under which we are sitting. Then a few boys sit next to Hanne and engage her in a conversation in English. It works! We learn their names and tell them ours, find out about their age and which grade they are in, that they like the school and which subjects they learn. A few minutes later two of the older girls dare to sit next to me, one is in grade six the other in grade seven.
All the pupils, most of the teachers and the head mistress wear a simple but beautiful school uniform, a purple longyi for girls and most of the boys, plus a white blouse or shirt. The longyi I bought for myself still causes considerable hassle when I try to fix it round my waist. For women it is easy, they just wrap the thing around them and tug it in. Men have to produce a big knot in front of their belly. Without this knot I am afraid to look like a woman and without a proper knot the garment just drops. One of the older teachers feels sorry for me and he gives me a lesson in: “How to fix a longyi …..”


The following day we are at the school early. Some of the children live locally and arrive before the bus. Temperatures are definitely well above 20 degrees C. but some kids wear jackets and cardigans – the cold season has started!
After nine Marie shows us around the school, we are introduced to all the students and teachers, the time table, subjects, etc..
It is an enormous task to organise everything from scratch, but we are certain Marie will succeed. Even if problems should come up – everybody is so friendly, staff and pupils. We never saw anybody being aggressive or even upset – paradise compared to most schools I have been to. During the visit we are careful not to stand in the sun, every little draught is welcome – the cold season still feels extremely hot!


One morning Eric drives us around a few villages, we meet some of the families, see the goats, Eric's water works and the houses made of wood and bamboo-mat-walls which preserved with oil will last up to forty years. A new house costs between 800 to 1200 US$. Why can't we all put some of our Xmas money together and sponsor a new house for a Burmese family?



On the way back we pass one of the government's water tanks, its leaking, the water runs down the unpaved road and produces big cuts in the sandy surface, simply destroying the road! In moments like this even Eric, our gentle host, can show anger.

One late morning, the sun is blazing, we walk into the town centre of Yenangyaung. Along the main road and in the streets around the market we pass endless little shops and eating places. Unlike in other Asian countries nobody tries to sell us anything, we are free to look around and even taste, everybody smiles, we are invited to take photos and of course we smile back and buy things. Communication is difficult, even asking for a bottle of water shows no direct response. But it is so easy, just follow them to the fridge and get out what you want!



These freshly deep fried vegetables and other things, which come in different batter and forms, simply taste delicious. The traditional Burmese soup “Mohinga” we experience on our last morning for breakfast – prepared by Eric – we appreciate the treat.


One late afternoon we climb down the hill and walk through the villages in the woods below to the Ayeyarwaddy. It is not so easy as one would think – this isn't a direct walk as we cannot cross the muddy area between the sandstone hills and the water, but we get there in the end. The river is always lively with people farming on its shores, fishing or simply enjoying the scenery as we do.




During all our excursions we do not see any other Caucasian faces except those of Therese and Marie and our own!



Eric tells us he has one dream: that all his students speak English, good enough to build and live a better life for themselves and their families.
We are sure Eric, your dream will come true – your love and dedication will let things happen and dreams will be fulfilled.



Thank you all you lovely people of the Lei Thar Gone Family – we so much enjoyed every minute of our visit.

Mingalaba - Hanne and Thomas Jung