July 18, 2006
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…maimed…
We went to visit the Tuol Sleng Genocide Museum today…
I feel…
maimed
disappointment
pain
sorrow
shameThe walls were lined with images of people before they were tortured and killed, but as I looked into their eyes, I noticed that death had already befallen them. They were more than just my people, they were my fellow villagers, and even more harrowing, my family…
A mother had her child ripped away from her, a single tear managed to fight its way out of her eyes and drizzle onto her nose. If only people knew the story behind that tear–that that single tear would have flooded the Mekong River, twice over, with the sorrows of a country…
These are my people; this is my pain; and the journey has just begun…
Comments (7)
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thats intense.
*tear*
the tears on our Roots trip are different from yours. anyway, i’m in beijing right now.
You’re really courageous and strong to embark on such a journey.
I don’t think I would be able to do the same… I feel really disturbed just hearing about such images of tragedy.
Very powerful. I look forward to reading more about your journey.
I tried calling you babe, but i got a recording, saying all international lines are busy. Boo!