For me, the Kambocha trip ends today.

Man is a fucked up race, whether in WW2, here or anywhere else on this planet.

The soldiers during the Khmer Rouge were children. 14, 15 years old. Boys from the peasant villages. Many of the killers of that time are still alive. Living in the midst of society.
I look at people's faces and think, maybe you are one of them. And I can't stand this thought.
Like everywhere, there is a law. So if I kill my neighbor because he killed my whole family, I have to go to jail. That doesn't do anyone any good, especially the men here who feed families and women and children stay at home. So who would take care of them? Pay for food and education? So that peace can be, there is silence and looking forward.
For me, the Kambocha trip ends today. I stay in the hotel and read the books I bought from 2 survivors. Both of them I met.
My eyes are blown away.
Tomorrow it goes directly on to Siam Reap.Read more