This was not my first mission. Waiting for the flight to Myanmar, I felt it would be a special trip. I said this to Justyna who was travelling with me. Me, a surgeon, and Justyna, an anaesthesiologist. The Wakema hospital does not resemble the place where I work in Poland. The high humidity made me feel like I was operating in a greenhouse. My attention was drawn to the involvement of the local medical staff. They wanted to learn from me. It’s nice that you leave a trace behind. I remember one day. It was no different from the others, and yet... Suddenly there was a noise in the hospital corridor. A nurse entered the room and said something I could not understand at first. I went out into the corridor and saw a boy with burns. The scars were so bad that he could not close his mouth. Justyna and I knew we were going to be asked to perform a surgery. There was no need to talk – we just exchanged looks; we wanted to help the boy. Myat was very brave and full of hope that we would help him. I wanted to do everything possible. During the operation the light suddenly went out. It would not stop us; we helped each other using phone flashlights. The surgery was successful. Myat got a new life, as it were, from us. He was leaving the hospital with a smile. This is a huge reward to a doctor. I will never forget this boy. Such moments are worth living for!