Fourteen people sat in the room, each from a different background, but each with the same goal — to go back to Burma. I sat silently, too nervous to break the icy silence in the room, which smelled dreadful from body sweat, mold and cigarette smoke. The floor was dusty, the walls were damp and stained, and apart from a broken rusted wash-hand basin, there were no facilities or furnishings. The room had no windows and no air-conditioning, and was located on the top floor of a cheap karaoke bar in More