Jostling in the back of a tuk-tuk, dirt flying in our faces from the bumpy road, the pungent odor of decomposing rubbish permeates the air: the surrounds of Phnom Penh unfold as we bump along. A young boy in shorts spots us from his open-air home, “Hello!” he calls out with a heartwarming smile stretching from ear to ear, cheerfully waving as we go by. Such joy amid such squalor,
Not for the Fainthearted: A Visit to the Killing Fields and S-21 Prison
