Time:
It was 2 when the car came to pick us at the office. This morning it was hot, but today it does not rain in Dom Dek.
Today is different, today I'm leaving today I leave the country, today I'm in town.
Finally. Today. Today. It seemed ever.
Too much boredom in the heat accumulated in the past few months alone, away from home, at 9 am in a place where the current goes to sleep and goodnight to all.
Phnom Penh, the capital, millions of lives all that surge in the same place , watch TV, have appliances, ascend the elevator and go down the escalators.
Phnom Penh, the capital, a breath of fresh air.
Phnom Penh, the capital, in addition to mission work.
Ah ... As my mother would be happy! If only he had decided to stay in Thailand ..
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I grew up in a refugee camp in the border I Sophoeun Phan, 38 years and three daughters left with her mother, my wife, Sopheap, in the north. There in Sam Rong, right next to my mother's old house, that house that she had really wanted once that Pol Pot, Brother Number 1, was defeated.
He wanted to go back to Cambodia, her.
Even knowing that staying in Thailand would allow the family to live without suffering.
Despite knowing that his family would not have had such a future.
Even knowing that she would die of starvation.
my mother knew all this, and so forth, so the decision had been made: we come back, you pass the border and risprofonda in the mud, ottinene ground thanks to the grace (after all it had confiscated in our beloved village in Kandal ..) and destroys any lease of life to children, three sisters, four brothers and I, the smallest. Close the hatch, you are immersed in a rice field!
My mother selfish? Maybe. Who could blame the fans after all the hardship, hunger, death, illness during the regime? He wanted to die in his homeland and decided to bring in the tomb all the rest of the family. Selfish.
Pitch My sister has done it, however, escaped the black hole due to its beauty. He is married to a Thai who does not miss anything, now has a washing machine and nail enamel always, her hair smooth and soft and so many pairs of shoes. She was lucky, Pitch, was shrewd, Pitch, was intelligent, Pitch, never to return to Cambodia after he managed to get out. I miss him, I would cry on his chest I did as a child, hiding her head in her bosom immature but already soft and fragrant.
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I think about all this in the car while the others laugh and smangiucchiano peanuts. For them, everything is normal, people who work with barang for years, decades even.
Today is different, today I'm leaving today I leave the country, today I'm in town.
Finally. Today. Today. It seemed ever.
Too much boredom in the heat accumulated in the past few months alone, away from home, at 9 am in a place where the current goes to sleep and goodnight to all.
Phnom Penh, the capital, millions of lives all that surge in the same place , watch TV, have appliances, ascend the elevator and go down the escalators.
Phnom Penh, the capital, a breath of fresh air.
Phnom Penh, the capital, in addition to mission work.
Ah ... As my mother would be happy! If only he had decided to stay in Thailand ..
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I grew up in a refugee camp in the border I Sophoeun Phan, 38 years and three daughters left with her mother, my wife, Sopheap, in the north. There in Sam Rong, right next to my mother's old house, that house that she had really wanted once that Pol Pot, Brother Number 1, was defeated.
He wanted to go back to Cambodia, her.
Even knowing that staying in Thailand would allow the family to live without suffering.
Despite knowing that his family would not have had such a future.
Even knowing that she would die of starvation.
my mother knew all this, and so forth, so the decision had been made: we come back, you pass the border and risprofonda in the mud, ottinene ground thanks to the grace (after all it had confiscated in our beloved village in Kandal ..) and destroys any lease of life to children, three sisters, four brothers and I, the smallest. Close the hatch, you are immersed in a rice field!
My mother selfish? Maybe. Who could blame the fans after all the hardship, hunger, death, illness during the regime? He wanted to die in his homeland and decided to bring in the tomb all the rest of the family. Selfish.
Pitch My sister has done it, however, escaped the black hole due to its beauty. He is married to a Thai who does not miss anything, now has a washing machine and nail enamel always, her hair smooth and soft and so many pairs of shoes. She was lucky, Pitch, was shrewd, Pitch, was intelligent, Pitch, never to return to Cambodia after he managed to get out. I miss him, I would cry on his chest I did as a child, hiding her head in her bosom immature but already soft and fragrant.
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I think about all this in the car while the others laugh and smangiucchiano peanuts. For them, everything is normal, people who work with barang for years, decades even.
But for me the first time for everything: the first time that I leave the rice fields to do the night watchman, the first time that I have such great responsibility (to teach people!), The first time gain a 3-digit salary .. The first time I went to Phnom Penh.
Let me be clear, the Phnom Penh already knew: I have some pictures to send home to my brother Vuth who now works for the ministry there, I do not even remember which one. When I phoned to tell him that I was in town he told me he was very busy and had no time to see me. He had no time to see me after 15 years, while 15 minutes would be enough for me. A matter of perspective: I've always been for him only another mouth to feed, another problem in any case, but for me he was and is the older brother is my guide, the one who taught me without a word , what has quietly taken charge of the family when my father ran in Vietnam. My father wanted him dead many in the village: he had too many debts, he played hard, and lost.
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I was very small, so small, when he went away. I remember a caress, maybe it's just an episode raised by my imagination. Vuth but you remember that day well and I carry within him the image of the withering day by day, he was already old in his 14 years with the vacant look of one who knows he has lost without having had time to play, to fight for the good paper, one for the winning hand.
of hands or had too many, Vuth, all went to the mouth and demanded food without giving anything in return. With my mother already ill, his hands have become drier over time, coupled with a hard crust torn from canyons who came to the quick of the new wounds every day.
It is split hands and back, Vuth, and now enjoys his wooden chair with a back office with the door always closed, the first physical filter to protect it from other hands that might intrude on his life and impair his quiet inner peace. Vuth works on file, and never goes out. Vuth is already dead, and he knows it.
---------- Let me be clear, the Phnom Penh already knew: I have some pictures to send home to my brother Vuth who now works for the ministry there, I do not even remember which one. When I phoned to tell him that I was in town he told me he was very busy and had no time to see me. He had no time to see me after 15 years, while 15 minutes would be enough for me. A matter of perspective: I've always been for him only another mouth to feed, another problem in any case, but for me he was and is the older brother is my guide, the one who taught me without a word , what has quietly taken charge of the family when my father ran in Vietnam. My father wanted him dead many in the village: he had too many debts, he played hard, and lost.
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I was very small, so small, when he went away. I remember a caress, maybe it's just an episode raised by my imagination. Vuth but you remember that day well and I carry within him the image of the withering day by day, he was already old in his 14 years with the vacant look of one who knows he has lost without having had time to play, to fight for the good paper, one for the winning hand.
of hands or had too many, Vuth, all went to the mouth and demanded food without giving anything in return. With my mother already ill, his hands have become drier over time, coupled with a hard crust torn from canyons who came to the quick of the new wounds every day.
It is split hands and back, Vuth, and now enjoys his wooden chair with a back office with the door always closed, the first physical filter to protect it from other hands that might intrude on his life and impair his quiet inner peace. Vuth works on file, and never goes out. Vuth is already dead, and he knows it.
The road line the fastest way, some stop to pee, then go back to sleep.
The road, on which wooden huts alternate cubic sheet (progress), then the endless rice fields, sometimes a buffalo, a cart, a child who seeks to sell you something, any of them. I buy the fried insects and she gave me her best smile. I put a couple of crickets in her mouth and squeezes them between the teeth until the oil begins to flood the gums (I like it), then I offer the bag to Luke: maybe he likes, maybe no one has ever tasted ..
is a type strange, Luke does not talk much with me, is frustrated by my poor English but I know he wants to know me, understand me. I feel it. The rest of the staff feels it. It is as if we wanted to give something, a part of him, something that can not be bought and sold, but it gives. I feel it.
After this mission was very little need for him, but it has taken to bring more people as possible, with the most abstruse pretexts. It is a way to stay together and know each other, after all he is our boss for a short time and wants to present himself for what he really is. He wants to share with us something new, something nobody can say I did the first. He wants to turn the page and start from scratch.
And then the mission makes us earn even more money! Luke suggested I buy a new dress with the money to my wife and let her wear for a special evening, perhaps even one in which I will return home next time, in October. Oct. .. How close now, but how far in my heart.
the evening a dinner party once, eat in the large shopping center in Phnom Penh. The whole city gives you 5 meeting between these plans and Barang Sophal cool heaven and try to invite at our table, unsuccessfully, some of those rosy-cheeked young girls who leave on their way intense, new, good to know that make me dizzy. They smile, like butterflies flying around the room to read in their clothes airy, modern Thai but do not settle on our leaf. Luke joked with them, but then choose to exchange smiles with the girl of smoothies, and the round face and dark hair, dressed in blue uniform. But what is there to do?!
The food is good and ends early, then it is time that Luke gives us ice cream. "I feel like a father who takes the kids to the zoo," he says. But it will be a zoo?
Then she exchanged smiles with new ice-cream ... My now melted but the lump in my throat remains. These girls intimidate me.
Time flies between laughter, jokes and clumsy attempts to approach by Phal An (where it goes but if he has hair!) Jeweled to 15 year olds. I'm drunk, dazed by lights, colors and sounds of this huge ship full of ants who know where to go, what to do, and how. For me it is the first time for everything, even to use the escalators: take the time to climbing them is not easy to guess the right time to put your foot on the step, one that is already past, or what is yet to come, however what you will tumble to the ground amid the general laughter. Who is successful, it is said, were not spared ridicule and mock public. So risk and not the first time I cling to Phal An, who is an expert on the things of the world.
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DAY 2 Today we depart for Takeo province in the south in which the project that we see.
Two hours in the back of pick-up, including potholes, dust and stones. I confess that upon arrival my back gave us a bit 'to recover! However, I do not lose heart and I enjoy the landscape that the beautiful countryside of south! It's just like I had described my friend Dao, who had arrived here from Vietnam to Cambodia from the south during the invasion of '79.
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He believed that he finally was able to cultivate her small plot of land and be happy with his family but the Party is not permitted it to him, rather it is took his son and took him to the forefront to fall into an ambush north of the Khmer Rouge. Then he rose up, he wept, he ran. Now, 55 years old, lives on the water near Siem Reap, unable to touch the ground with his feet because the Vietnamese victim of mental and physical savagery of any sort by people who have been deprived of any human history.
I met him when a U.S. delegation has failed to control a project on the great lake Tonle Sap, I was the assistant to Sarin, my brother, who had become a hydrologist for the Water Committee for the cambodian. I followed him, silent, and learn. Dao
drove one of the boats that brought the herd in double-breasted blond and umbrella in Kampong Phluch, Khmer village on stilts as high as 13 meters to remain "dry" even at the end of the rainy season, when the waters are the highest level. Electrical and poisonous snakes live in the waters of the Tonle Sap and the flash of one of them in the boat Dao had created a bit 'of confusion between the white ladies. Once moored, Dao and I were talking and he began to open his huge heart.
drove one of the boats that brought the herd in double-breasted blond and umbrella in Kampong Phluch, Khmer village on stilts as high as 13 meters to remain "dry" even at the end of the rainy season, when the waters are the highest level. Electrical and poisonous snakes live in the waters of the Tonle Sap and the flash of one of them in the boat Dao had created a bit 'of confusion between the white ladies. Once moored, Dao and I were talking and he began to open his huge heart.
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Go in the rice fields always gives me a strong feeling of comfort and peace. You can feel the wind blow in, play with water and the earth. The head flies with him, fast. I take pictures with my camera stolen contraband from the northern border with Thailand (directly from Bangkok!), I look like a tourist while my colleagues, serious, question, speak, write.
Luke follows the steps carefully, ask questions, to understand. He jokes, laughs, but does not give up until everything's clear. Suda, the pole and his face changes color follows soon after.
During the journey to a new village sits behind the pick-up with me, smiles, asks me what I think I do at the end of the project. He asks me how I can help before leaving Cambodia. I do not know but I would like him to stay. He smiles. "We'll see," he says, "we'll see."
After shaking hands with representatives of the other organization, after the exchange of greetings and business cards, you jump in the car and thought flies straight to the capital, the night is coming. During the trip we discuss where to go, what to eat, which route to take, in which karaoke are the prettiest girls and which ones are available.
In the hotel's all a comb and perfume, all a comment and fantasize. Meng Barang while he has the physical class. He jokes about who will take the best girl tonight ... Who will win the day?
Luke goes to make us go down to 7 and hungry and thirsty, offer him tonight and tomorrow you are not working, so why not take advantage?!
Dinner is long and pleasant, so many doors and many toasts. Phal An all red becomes only the second glass of beer and ends up telling the story of the buffalo virgin, then the flash of the dragon above the royal palace that has guided the destiny of the royal house and the meat eaten by the tiger that if increases potency. In the end it always comes back on the age problem of the fall of her hair: all are forced to observe in detail the head and provide technical advice on the effects of the cream that China has bought a few months ago.
A unanimous chorus: Miracles! Lying has never been easier with Phal An ..
The expert group is Sophal, 48 years and a lot of hair on his head that, even if they are dyed with a incredible jet black ink, attract the envy of someone ... Sophal was married to a barang, a Belgian, with whom he has a son who now lives in Brussels. Not at all because it lacks is a slacker, he declares.
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Sophal Dom Dek live with the girl who does the cleaning in the office, 21 years in June. Sokha, this is his name, receives a "small" "medium" to "look after" a Sophal. But Sophal "has no more bullets to shoot," as he says, Sokha and then she started to "look after" for a "small" "Support", also "secretly" with other staff members, with more "athletic" or economically. Sokha, the Hostess with the smile of Mona Lisa.
I who live there know well Sokha, is a simple but clever girl, one who looks to the point. Sokha has lost both parents to HIV and has since lived with my grandparents in the family home that has Sophal handsomely restored, goes around on a scooter that has Sophal dearly purchased with the new clothes that Sophal have done it handsomely directly from Phnom Penh .. Sokha is a girl scent.
Sokha had begun to weave its web with me and I must confess to having done a little thought to me, handsomely, trap. My wife is away, the responsibilities as well ... But then I decided that no, I could not do, especially compared to my wife of my portfolio which is used to store photos of my children more than the Riel.
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Sophal-Filini no more hits in the chamber takes us into his confidence Karaoke, "the most prestigious," he says. What stands before us is a huge building decked out to party with Lucette in every shape, size, color, power. There are military entrance, not to control but to pay their bill, and it comforts me about the "quality" of the "service".
corridor from the Past blue tiles in the elevator going up to the fourth floor where the doors open, a gust of sweet perfume wraps us up stunning. The room is down the hall with red carpet blue, yellow and green insulated door is opening up before us: a triumph of sofa cushions and gilded leather covers the walls are soundproof. A few seconds to sit and mamasan introduces us to her "daughters": a bevy of beautiful girls is in line for us, those high, those available, some with firm breasts, some with white face. Luke chooses to Barang (he knows his tastes), Luke chooses to Phal An (do not know her tastes), I choose mine. He is young and tall, has beautiful eyes, large and bright, it's called Sareth. Her dress is airy like his hair that release a smell of clean. I've never been with such a beautiful woman by my side, I do not know what to do while Barang has already stretched out his hands. Luke clears his voice to "My Way" and the lights go out. In the dark everyone smile and I begin to understand that this will be my long night.
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Rating: not less than 6.
The first is less for the lack of commitment (in the six constant) that dedicate to my subject. But you are interested come to school and learn something? Are you with me for 2 years and still have not been able to frame.
The second is that grin (even in what you are constant) to keep in front of me and all the other professors. You should get checked out by someone, perhaps from a psicogolo seriously.
