For several weeks now, I have been traveling throughout the countryside of Cambodia. In the midst of the global pandemic and before Cambodia implemented its government curfew, I have been traveling throughout the countryside of Kandal, Kampong Cham, Pursat, Battambang, Pailin, Banteay Meanchey, and Siem Reap provinces. What I observed during my travel, and since I have returned, has made me recall a darker, sadder, and tragic time under the Khmer Rouge regime (1975-1979). I am not alone.
I was approached by a survivor of the Khmer Rouge regime, and like many other persons I talked to in the villages, she was fearful of the global pandemic that was penetrating Cambodia. She was interested in my thoughts on the situation, and she asked me a question that made me pause and respond only with silence.