Kampuchea, or Cambodia or prateh kmae, represents my sliding door. Before, life enclosed in a few km squared area: home, school and politics, scouts, university, civilian service, the first job, everything next to each other. Then, the first 4 missions in 4 different continents (Cambodia, South Africa, Guatemala and Bosnia) and a permanent wandering from country to country. Among all new experiences, people and tastes I remember Chamroeun, the Interpreter (from French), a long and terrible life held in his eyes. |