Shot in the city of Yangon, Myanmar.
As soon as I left a street bookseller, I found another street vendor. He wore a Longyi and sat on the edge of the sidewalk. Beside him, a wooden table was placed. And a sun sunshade was attached to the table. The top of the table was occupied by a big typewriter.
The place where he sat was in the center of the downtown. So there were some government offices around here. His job might be to make a fair copy of papers which filed to the offices with his typewriter. Yet his business seemed not to go well. There was no customer and he had nothing to do when I met him. And he threw a sad look at me while he smoked a cigarette.
In spite of the spread of smartphones, personal computers were still uncommon here. However, his job could vanish in the near future. His expression seemed to express his hob's future.