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Namtu
Namtu (Shan: ၼမ်ႉတူႈ) is a town in northern Shan State, Burma. Famous for its Bawdwin and Namtu silver mines, it is situated on the Nam Tu River, and is connected to Lashio by the Burma Mines Railway.
History
The Namtu Bawdwin Mines were the world's largest source of lead, and one of the world's largest sources of silver before the Second World War. Before the British arrived in the 1880s, the Saopha of Tawngpeng controlled the mines at Namtu, although the mining work was undertaken not by the Palaung but by the Chinese from Yunnan Province across the border. The mines fell into disuse when the lode was followed to the ground water level. They were revived by the British and the largest mines were operated by the Burma Corporation at the beginning of the 20th century. Today the Namtu mines are under state control, known as No 1 Mining Enterprise and run by the Ministry of Mines.
Lead, zinc and nickel are also produced by the mines. Zinc was bought mainly by Japan, and the other minerals sent to Namtu for smelting before being marketed abroad.
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Il Vecchio E Il Bambino
by: NomadiUn vecchio e un bambino
si preser per mano
e andarono insieme
incontro alla sera;
la polvere rossa
si alzava lontano
e il sole brillava
di luce non vera;
l'immensa pianura sembrava arrivare
fin dove l'occhio di un uomo
poteva guardare
e tutto d'intorno non c'era nessuno
solo il tetro contorno di torri di fumo
i due camminavano,
il giorno cadeva,
il vecchio parlava
e piano piangeva
con l'anima assente,
con gli occhi bagnati,
seguiva il ricordo
di miti passati.
I vecchi subiscon
l'ingiuria degli anni
non sanno distinguere
il vero dai sogni
i vecchi non sanno
nel loro pensiero
distinguer nei sogni
il falso dal vero.
E il vecchio diceva
guardando lontano
immagina questo
coperto di grano
immagina i frutti
e immagina i fiori
e pensa alle voci
e pensa ai colori.
E in questa pianura
fin dove si perde
crescevano gli alberi
e tutto era verde;
cadeva la pioggia
segnavano i soli
il ritmo dell'uomo e delle stagioni.
Il bimbo ristette
lo sguardo era triste
e gli occhi guardavano
cose mai viste;
e poi disse al vecchio,
con voce sognante:
"Mi piaccio le fiabe
raccontane altre".