Cambodia. I met a boy my age once visiting Patya waiting for the remainder flight home. He recognized me as Indian and immediately took it upon himself to make I was ok while there. He was a refugee from Cambodia... He said, Our father moved us from Bangladesh to escape war. It was kind of a bad move. All my family were in camps as labor. We boys decided to escape the Khomar Rough camps and left on Christmas eve when the guards were drinking. We traveled to south and finally got to the refugee camp in forth Vietnam. He made a simple living running a jet ski for tourists. he introduced me to the cooks and venders and made sure I ate. One of those beach frie3nds let me ride the tourist horse.... It was good week at the beach. For him I am posting this old one, for its history... of my lifetime.. not ancient.. just enough history to show.... we have a cookie cutter war system to pillage. the nest one in comment is fascinating of today in our deportation prison system. The refugees who finally got a place to hang the hat.... sent back for crime history. Deported. The Story of Cambodia https://youtube/watch?v=Ko7pggrFq4U
Posted on: Thu, 13 Nov 2014 22:20:14 +0000
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