Sitting in the courtyard of the Church of psar tauch or before the bar of the parish, its gensive toothless chewing, sipping his juice or cane straw, waiting for me. Still and quiet as a light rain early afternoon. It
bears his unwavering flowered blouse with round collar, his big krama draped over the shoulder, and his faded sarong. His eyes are two blind slots hidden beneath the weight of his eyelids, two eclipses which we burn the core. We recognize the thousand.
It looks like a painting, it looks like a poem, it could be the character of a medieval romance or a Romanian lullaby. I do not know what artist would have enough talent to make it this way ... to irradiate
Seeing me, she snorts, she slips from his bench and rapid advance in small steps, holding her arms towards me, and exclaiming "bong srey! Sabay Bong Sok Srey Sok Sabay tee? ". His little tired tongues are" scroutch scroutch scroutch "on gravel mixed with mud and sand.
With his back to the fold in half, it looks like a small turtle, or a little leaf fall rolled around itself.
Standing she made the same size Assisi.
I barely have time to stop my bike it is already hanging on my arm, and we hug like lovers already stayed too long separated.
Preque every month we find ourselves either in this court of the parish, either at her in his house perched atop a long ladder. She then held an old mat on his tiny balcony, and I spoke at length, holding my hands.
This week, we found three well again, but whenever she asks for more: "what's your name srey bong, bong eh srey what's your name?", And each time she said goodbye to the same way "Ocun Thom Thom" ("great big thank you"), each week she just wink his eye against my shoulder, and every time she gets what she wants.
is a seductive in its own way. It has the charm of those which are not wary, one to which we succumb happy and yet despite either.
the "Djiei" as it is called, was 79 years.
That is to say it as if it were 107 benefiting from social security, screening of cancer from 40 years of diabetes pills cons, and that his schedule is divided between bridge games with friends, her weekly physio appointments reimbursed by the mutual, and aqua aerobics for the elderly at the municipal pool. Briefly, this is why 79 years in Cambodia is 107 years in France.
Except that she does not even know there's a word for "security" much less a word for "social".
That said, I end up believing that it is the misery in which she lives, and those around him who give him the strength to live.
His retirement she wins by pushing a small cart and shouting to residents:
"Hèèèp tchaaaï! Hèèèp tchaaaï! Hèèèp tchaaaaï!"
is the cry of scavengers, and "Djiei" is garbage picker. she collects plastic bottles, rusty sheets, cardboard punctured, and resells them to factories who recycle. She must earn 6000 riels the lucky days. $ 1 and wheelbarrows. When
it is not environmental activism without the knowledge of his own volition, she just use the influence of his toothless smile on Bong Srey Barang and parish priests Psar Tauch for rehabilitation of school youth.
And it works.
Father Bob says it's a saint. The Kroo
Nea is a bit of Margaret Thatcher Psar Tauch bottom smiles when she speaks, and I bah me, she does what she wants from me.
When I see her rushing into my arms and make me its coo, I wanted him to make billions of kissing, fondling him his little white hair gathered back at the top of her skull with his comb plastic imitation shell.
It often comes begging for help for an orphan she has collected, or for the son of a neighbor who lives in a hut of 3 square meters over a sewer sparkling green and smelly piss , shit and fermentation, and corpses float or bottle of beer.
In a small leap she sits sidesaddle behind me on my saddle, and I become her prince charming. My princess must be a little fairy. It's so light that I must remember it does not fly to when I started. Together we brave the wind and dust up the ivory tower to rescue her lost children. My princess is not afraid of danger. His
resident has generally hit the mouth of a small handbag thief, but he too is under the spell of "Djiei. So when his gaze is speared through the eyes moist kindness of his heart grandma, he repeats almost with conviction: "I want to go to school." The
"Djiei" I love, my star is my America to me.
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