We're here. Internet isn't working great in hotel today.So no blog post will likely be up tonight. Although I did takelots of notes today. From the moment the sun began to rise behind usover Japan as we headed over the East China Sea.Watching lighteningstorms in thedistance as we glimpsed the sun for the first time in 12 hours.It's been quite a day.But the airline was so wonderful. We had a great lunch withJames and Athena Pond.And a really good foot massage that was so needed after the flight.We've had some great group talks about our focus andwhat we can bring back.I am already seeing tensions in Cambodia ingeneral as a society. The people. The culture. A great divide betweenwealthy and poor. Between young and old. Know I'm safe. And I'll get a blog postout as soon as I can. Love, Shelby#I received this note from Miz Shelby this a.m.Thank you for your prayers.It looks as though the flight was wonderful,which is saying a lot when youare traveling that distance.They are in Phnom Pehn, and are likely asleep as I type this,given it's 9:30 p.m.there (it's 7:30 a.m. here in Oregon.)Tomorrow -- which will be our tonight --they are headed to the center forTransitions Global, the ministry they are partnering with.The James and Athena that Shelby mentions live in CambodiaShe will likely mention them again. After a visit there, they will head outfor Choeung Ek Memorial (The Killing Fields)and the Tuoi Sleng Genocide Museum.#As someone who has heard the stories from dozens of Vietnam veteransabout their authorized but unrecognized excursions into Cambodia,I find poetry in Miz Shelby's trip. The following poem hangsin the museum she will bevisiting:The New Regime Poem By Sarith Pou in Corpse Watching No religious rituals. No Religious Symbols. No fortune tellers. No traditional healers. No paying respect to elders. No social status.No titles. No education. No training. No school. No learning. No books. No library. No science. No technology. No pens. No paper. No currency. No bartering. No buying. No selling. No begging. No giving. No purses. No wallets. No human rights. No liberty. No courts. No judges. No laws. No attorneys. No communications. No public transportation. No private transportation. No traveling. No mailing. No inviting. No visiting. No faxes. No telephones. No social gatherings. No chitchatting. No jokes. No laughter. No music. No dancing. No romance. No flirting. No fornication. No dating. No wet dreaming. No masturbating. No naked sleepers. No bathers. No nakedness in showers. No love songs. No love letters. No affection. No marrying. No divorcing. No martial conflicts. No fighting. No profanity. No cursing. No shoes. No sandals. No toothbrushes. No razors. No combs. No mirrors. No lotion. No make up. No long hair. No braids. No jewelry. No soap. no detergent. No shampoo. No knitting. No embroidering. No coloured clothes, except black. No styles, except pajamas. No wine. No palm sap hooch. No lighters. No cigarettes. No morning coffee. No afternoon tea. No snacks. No desserts. No breakfast (sometimes no dinner). No mercy. No forgiveness. No regret. No remorse. No second chances. No excuses. No complaints. No grievances. No help. No favours. No eyeglasses. No dental treatment. No vaccines. No medicines. No hospitals. No doctors. No disabilities. No social diseases. No tuberculosis. No leprosy. No kites. No marbles. No rubber bands. No cookies. No popsicle. No candy. No playing. No toys. No lullabies. No rest. No vacations. No holidays. No weekends. No games. No sports. No staying up late. No newspapers. No radio. No TV. No drawing. No painting. No pets. No pictures. No electricity. No lamp oil. No clocks. No watches. No hope. No life. A third of the people didn't survive. The regime died.
(My apologies for the wonky spacing. My laptop had a heart attack yesterday.Hoping that the computer geeks are able to transfer all the data to the new onebut won't have that until later this coming week.)
It begins with a girl: Safely there
August 21, 2011 by Leave a Comment