This morning the Maple Leaf students were all lined up row after row. Through a loud speaker that I could hear throughout my entire apartment, a voice spoke calmly but robotically in English: "Would. You. Like. To. Come. To. My. Birthday. Party." The entire courtyard of students repeated with the same brokenness to their voices. "What. Would. You. Like. For. Your. Birthday." Then it was time for exercises and marching.