They tasted odd, but I was ravenous and thought nothing of it, plunging my hand back into the foil packaging for a second and then a third salted cashew. It was my first purchase in Burma, from the shop in the domestic departure lounge of Yangon Airport and I was a little foggy after connecting through Singapore on a 1am flight from Melbourne. All I wanted was food, so eat these funny tasting cashews I would! Then, as my eyes scanned the scene before me, I decided to see if I could decipher any of the information on the packaging, trying to determine if they were a local product. It was at this point that I noticed a rectangular yellow sticker affixed to the top of the packaging, right where I tore the packet open. In
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