In Myanmar – once called Burma – fairly regularly over the past few months, I have had the opportunity to photograph lots of children. Most Myanmar kids are painfully shy. So shy they hide. They crouch and crawl under tables. You have to use all kinds of photographer's tricks to draw them out; reassuring their mother, ignoring them and photographing someone else, barking like a dog. Amongst all the wonders on display in this magical country, the kids – with the distinctive 'thanaka' paste on their faces, their beautiful Indian-Asian faces, their lack of guile – act like magnets on your camera lens. I realised after a while that what it is I am drawn to, what I am photographing, is the future of this benighted country, its hope.