then reasonable to argue that my local friends find a way to balance the front- and back-stage online, in some ways mixing these frames? I would argue towards this view since everyone I talked to discussed this with me. In some way, this connects to an understanding of equality and sameness. When stating “nobody has only positive things in life” it is entailing a collective understanding that life itself has ups and downs, bad things happen, and one cannot hide this. If you do, nobody would believe you; they cannot trust, understand, or resonate with you. What is private then? In this context, it would seem like it is an understanding that, to be able to be a trustworthy person, one must also share what could be considered as private, the uphill as well as the downhill. Emotional Compass Feelings are also used as a compass to navigate whether something is trustworthy or not. Arkar, at the time sitting in his saffron-colored robe, shaved head and a computer on the desk next to him looked at me. It is strange to see him as a monk, and I get the feeling that he is a bit shy about it as well. He usually works as a teacher but is now serving ten days in the monastery. Earlier, before we started our interview, I got to spend some time observing him guide some of his students before their big exam the next day. We were sitting in a big hall on the right side after entering the old, worn down, monastery. The building was easy to spot with its golden towers but otherwise had a rather simple façade. At the end of the hall it was a big golden Buddha surrounded by colorful paintings. A distinct smell of betel-nut and rice lingered in the air, as it so often does in Yangon. The students were preparing for an exam that challenges them to set up a web-page, with all the coding and programming that comes along with it. A lot of the conversation and the coding itself were in English, to my surprise. He explains that the school had many students from other parts of Asia and that the school wants, therefore, to use as much English as possible. Arkar, sitting relaxed in his chair, calmly explains why the different coding does not work and challenges them to try once more with his instructions. Between the student´s questions, he talks with me about the simple life as a monk, how he struggles with tying his robe and the set of rules he needs to follow; as not to kill, not even a mosquito. He shows me his arms; “look, my arms are full of bites!”. When the students were done, Arkar brings me up to his room. It is a big, open space with little furniture. Arkar himself has a small table, a mat, a fan, his computer and serval bottles of water next to his bag. These bottles he got as a gift from his family since they are not allowed to buy things themselves, it needs to be donated. He shares this room with one other man; I call him Thagyamin. He works long hours on one of the big 72