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  <title>Past the Leper King Terrace at Dusk</title>
  <author><name>Flatline</name></author>
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  <published>2008-04-10T00:26:49Z</published>
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Three boys at dusk on the way past the Leper King Terrace in the ruins of the Ankor Wat temples. 
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  <title>Playing cards</title>
  <author><name>Flatline</name></author>
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  <published>2008-03-31T08:52:25Z</published>
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Some of the street kids from earlier posts. Playing cards in an alley not far from the river, where the tourists eat. 
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  <title>The Gas Station in Phnom Penh</title>
  <author><name>Flatline</name></author>
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Almost every corner of Phnom Penh has a gas station. Fill up your scooter, but don't smoke in the vicinity please.
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  <title>Snacks for the Travelers</title>
  <author><name>Flatline</name></author>
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  <published>2008-03-29T09:51:32Z</published>
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A young girl selling snacks to the Travelers. Minivans in Cambodia get packed extremely full - 20 people for several hours is typical. This girl was selling fried bugs. I eat pretty much anything, but found them to be simply bitter. I never got very good at peeling them though...
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  <title>Another Girl, another Child</title>
  <author><name>Flatline</name></author>
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  <published>2008-03-29T09:46:30Z</published>
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This is another homeless child, being carried by a very young girl. See my previous post for context.
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  <title>Girl, with Child</title>
  <author><name>Flatline</name></author>
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  <published>2008-03-29T09:36:14Z</published>
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Phnom Penh, Cambodia. Not a happy place. One of the things that happened is that the Khmer Rouge forcibly married people to one another, and then forced them to have children. Many of those children are now living homeless in the capital city, Phnom Penh.

Some context:

'A pawn in the cynical game of geopolitics, Cambodia was dragged into a war it initially didn't belong to, by being carpet-bombed into submission by the US because the Khmer king let the Viet Cong use Cambodia as a supply route. After the US withdrawal from the region, it was left stunned and bloodless by the second-largest genocide of the 20th century: an estimated 1,7 million people died during the 3 years, 8 months and 20 days of the Khmer Rouge regime. They killed anyone who had any education at all - or just looked like it (wearing glasses, for instance). The K.R. outlawed all currency, all books, all calendars and watches. The farming 'old people' under Pol Pot forced the urban 'new people' in the cities to evacuate within a few days, and worked them to death in the fields. Finally Cambodia was liberated/occupied by Vietnam for ten years and was ostracized by the West for it. After the 1991 Paris Peace Accords it was kept breathless by a civil war which lingered on until 1998 and by political unrest, and killed hundreds of thousands more. Today it still has a heavy price to pay for its reconstruction in a ruthless market economy where literally everything, from governmental property to human dignity, seems to be for sale (Cambodia is ranked nr 151 out of 163 on the level of corruption according to Berlin based Transparency International). The countryside remains littered with small land mines, and the number of limbless people is incomparable to any other conflict.'

I have some friends in the various places I visited (mainly working as part of cultural exchange NGOs and one focused on the KR Trials). One of them explained to me why this young girl is wearing lipstick and nail polish. The obvious answer is enough to depress you for a long time...
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  <title>Fur Collar</title>
  <author><name>Flatline</name></author>
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  <published>2008-01-17T08:01:17Z</published>
  <updated>2008-01-17T08:01:17Z</updated>
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A woman with a fur collar near the Plaza Hotel.
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  <title>The Young Couple</title>
  <author><name>Flatline</name></author>
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  <published>2008-01-16T08:01:06Z</published>
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A young couple, one leading the other across 45th street near Times Square.
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  <title>Another Family in the City</title>
  <author><name>Flatline</name></author>
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  <published>2008-01-15T08:01:09Z</published>
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Another family on Holiday in New York. They probably drove in from New Jersey or somewhere Upstate, and look like they're just about done for the day. A notable lack of Christmas cheer at this point...I don't blame them, it was full that day! 
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  <title>Bright Lights</title>
  <author><name>Flatline</name></author>
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  <published>2008-01-14T08:01:12Z</published>
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A family in Times Square, enjoying the bright lights and big signs.
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