She is one of the students in Yangon's school for the blind. Political correctness has not descended on secular Myanmar and the gentrified phrases like "visually impaired" or "visually disadvantaged" do not exist in their vocabulary. I did not get her name, and assumed she did not know of my existence. I had broken away from the official guided tour and hung around where I thought there would be action, and good light. I moved quietly, but I know that many of them felt a stranger's presence. I tried to enter the room where she was training to be a masseuse, but every time I pried open the hinged door, someone would rush to shut it. After a while, I gave up and tried to shoot from the outside. Suddenly, she edged towards the window, and the backlight was just gorgeous.