(Written last week) I have been home for a little over a month from Cambodia and until this day I haven’t closely looked at the photos I took from S21 torture camp. I couldn’t edit them, I just can’t. I couldn’t look.
I was not prepared for an emotional day, nor was I prepared to allow a part of myself be taken away from me.
It has been my second time to visit Cambodia, the first was in 2013, then in late 2014. I have said it too many times and until today this remains true: Cambodia is still the place that forever holds a place in my heart. Of all the Southeast Asian countries I have been at, it was what Asia is to me – exotic, amazing.
A lot of thoughts come racing in my mind as…
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