Text only. Slow. Imperfect. But there.
He had memorised the pattern. Tap the blue icon. Wait for the white screen. Tap the bottom-right button (the one that said ログイン ). Then, type his number. Then, the password he’d written on the inside of his palm with a ballpoint pen two years ago, now a faded blue tattoo. facebook lite ログイン
"One thousand kyat," the man grunted.
"Connecting..."
He tried again. Tap. Wait. Red banner.