I see ... a pile of skulls and bones. For the first time since my arrival, what I see before me is too painful, and I break down completely. These are my relatives, friends and neighbors, I keep thinking ... It is a long time before I am calm again. And then I am able, with my bare hands, to rearrange the skulls and bones so that they are not scattered about.
I don't consider myself a politician or a hero. I'm a messenger. If Cambodia is to survive, she needs many voices.
Together we can prevent genocide from happening again. Together we can make a better future for our children.
Part of my life is saving life.
I want to save lives, including my own, but Cambodians believe we just rent this body. It is just a house for the spirit, and if the house is full of termites, it is time to leave.
