For most of us, hesitant acceptance of the atrocities that the Khmer Rouge regime inflicted on its people is the closest we’ll ever get to comprehension.
On farmland near the small fishing town of Kampot, dusty paths ran poker straight around the edges of fields like grouting in between bright green bathroom tiles.
I resembled a dog for most of the train ride from Bangkok to Poipet. Nose out of the window, breeze in my face and an open mouthed grin for anyone who wanted it.