where the streets have no names.

I went to the U2 360 concert the other night.
in true U2 fashion they highlighted on Aung San Suu Kyi who has been on house arrest in burma since 1989 for being a pro-democracy campaigner.
since then she has been released a few times but always gets put back either under house arrest or in some sort of confinement by the burmese military regime and always for unjust reasons.

even when her husband was dyeing she had to pass up the opportunity to be with him in the UK because she knew she wouldn't be allowed back into her country.

last year when i got to study in asia i learned all about her so i knew exactly who she was when U2 put her pictures all over the screens and people walked on stage with her face as a mask.

then i started thinking about how awful house arrest would be.
then i started thinking about how much i loved asia.
then i started thinking about how my friend is in thailand this year to volunteer with a sex-trafficking prevention NGO meanwhile i had to go finish my degree when i would rather be in thailand volunterring.
and then "where the streets have no name", my favorite U2 song came on.
and then i remembered how only 3 minutes prior i was mortified after i stepped on someone empty cup and didn't fall but FLEW down many concrete steps and had everyone around me stare and ask if i was alright...one girl she i looked graceful but i don't believe her.
and then i looked back at Aung San Suu Kyi on the screens and i lost it.

i started crying in the middle of the concert and i could not stop.
it was not a glistening single tear of compassion down my cheek but a humiliating display of emotions erupting at the most inappropriate time.
why do they always do that?

i love U2 and their passion for social justice and human rights.
i hope the world becomes a little more aware of the situation in burma through this tour.
and i hope no one remembers me at the concert.