Thant Zin arrived to Yangon with his brother around three years ago. He may have been twelve years old at the time, but he can’t really remember. After finding him a job at a car wash, his brother returned to their village, leaving Thant Zin behind. He has not been back since. Deeply unhappy in his badly paid job, and fed up with sleeping under a torn mosquito net in a dark and dingy room, Thant longs to go home – but he doesn’t remember where his village is, or even what it is called.