I remember someone appearing out of nowhere in a small neighbourhood market in Yangon with note in his hand: "Olive will see you now." A car was waiting on the street. It was the beginning of a great adventure. She had stories to tell that you can't even imagine. 
I still have the crumpled note, and will always remember her. Rest in Peace, you sure had no peace when you were on this earth, just one battle after another. Glad we had a chance to talk.