Twelve hours of January 31 and ZEROTRE duemilaundici
missing nine days on my return, I expect a lot of work, the cold, but above all there are special people who are waiting for my return ...
Last day in Phnom Penh, the capital of Cambodia, on this day will visit a museum that chronicles the atrocities of the genocide in that country and then I will ease a bit, after that day I only see the evil of these sites, visit to a school HipHop for street children Tiny Toones , scatter a few pictures and I hope to make a nice video to show the commitment of those responsible for this project and especially the desire for redemption of these guys, as I have always taught my partner , with the dance may have a wider view of life and light, you can create a space in time where everything is magic.
After the visits will take to end at seventeen a tuk tuk to take the final lap of the city and take some pictures if I can visit a Buddhist temple to leave a candle that I brought from Italy, will conclude with a dinner from the Indian that I met last night, we talked a lot about attempt of integration between the peoples of Asia.
At half past eight p.m. bus to Bangkok, thirteen hours of traveling at night the modest sum of eighteen dollars a pity that I will not see much of the landscape, but that optimize time and costs and avoid another night in the hotel.
In this stay I had the chance, alone and with maps, know the stories of the people, our Cambodian brothers, histories of unemployment, abuse, fatigue, smiles, bonds that are created in the streets, including pilgrims, among people who seek without knowing their names.
Neang, it seems to me that you call a girl who worked in a factory now works in a massage at the side of the rice paddy where every hour ago I was writing, asked me to make a phone call and called her mother, then he told his story that moved me, someone says that you should not believe everything, but she eventually wanted to pay his drink, and did not seem to be there to look for money, but the thing that amazed me more was the passage of a child, barefoot and wearing only a pair of panties, stretched his hand towards us and I have offered some Springrol but he refused, she opened her wallet and gave him some money, Image of the cooperation that comes from below. I think if I meet them tonight going over to the girl just give her one of the phones of "stock" I have in the backpack with the card out of this country that Cambodia is unusable, you can at least call her mother who lives far from here.
TukTuk Man I can not remember the name, a young man of thirty-three years, after all stressed out like me giving me the usual list:
TukTuk: transport around the city.
Bumbum sex.
GnamGnam a restaurant.
ShutShut : the chance to shoot with a machine gun or a badzuka a cow. (Sad widespread practice in Cambodia)
Massage: a massage (massage is Bumbum reinforcement) in special centers.
all with the usual comment Chip for You and One Dollar (yardstick request to tourists)
The boy with the realization that I had no need of his services he sat with me for a beer , telling of the unemployment rate which he thinks is the eighty-five percent and the overpopulation of TukTuk stressing that go to war against the tourists in their walks.
Start time around ...
K
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