Mais qu'est-ce que c'est que cette drôle d'épidémie qui noircit les doigts de tous les citoyens cambodgiens (y compris les morts) en cette période électorale?
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Talking Communication Boards For Stroke Victims
strange epidemic
Mais qu'est-ce que c'est que cette drôle d'épidémie qui noircit les doigts de tous les citoyens cambodgiens (y compris les morts) en cette période électorale?
Mais qu'est-ce que c'est que cette drôle d'épidémie qui noircit les doigts de tous les citoyens cambodgiens (y compris les morts) en cette période électorale?
Brent Everett & Corrigan Online
Louder than a stray bullet ... Why
La vraie émotion de ces derniers jours, désolée de faire si peu preuve de civisme, mais pour moi, c'est la douloureuse nécessité de dire au revoir.
Quand Martin m'a annoncé que je ne pouvais pas aller à Sisophon à cause des élections, I reviewed two nights ago, sitting on the edge of the bunk bed and Khlot Sao Koksen who had rolled in his blanket, and chatting with Mongrath Vichay and perched on the bed opposite and completely excited:
Ah yes, I too was "very happy".
All students returned the next day in their province.Mot Order: School Holidays for most elections and for all. They returned only to return August 24 that while the 24, specifically, single stretch out my towel on the beach Pramousquier, amid a cloud of Baranga, a more solitary coconut tree in Alaska. My heart breaks for this recall.
Against Appeal Bantey Manchey, I could not. They went in and I had to say goodbye.
Overnight home found itself desperately empty and silent. Finished songs through walls from 6am in the morning, no more football games in a single shoe were generally trminent by "Eva! § Helou do You Have medicine for me?" Finish the fight to find his flip flops in the heap at the entrance of the house.
Yes, the house was falling into the world of silence, and I complained more Eva, who did not like me the loophole of escape to distant missions.
Is what they say goodbye to the living? No. That may be why I had the feeling of living the echo of a little death ...
While the prospect of making the trip home, meet the proud parents of these little wonders, it was a bit like me walk on water, or get out of the grave the third day.
and wham. now that I glue the danger of the century: the election, the Thai and Khmer slightly on edge, and safety regulations very impertinent.
on the line, when Martin told me: "I have bad news, you have to stay in Phnom Penh," I lost face, stifling a sob
what is right with Martin, m is director in Cambodia is that the heartbreak of love for young people Banteschmare he understands. Took a leap almost paternal mad as if I had said "but wait, Maradona was a woman," he answered me immediately:
here. 2 minutes later, yes, I recovered my dignity, I had the blessing of Martin to find my thieves.
In fact, near as I sat Sothea. he was in 7th heaven. Not because I was sitting next to him, but because he had just received a letter from his sponsor, after mois et des mois d'attente et de lettres consensuelles à ses parrains.
Eva et moi en étions arrivées à les encourager à glisser des petits reproches dasn leurs courriers, et visiblement ce fut efficace.
Sothea allait donc pouvoir me harceler de question pour préparer un e-mail du tonnerre de Dieu pour épater ses parrainas par une réponse moderne dans un français limpide.
7 heures de routes, à regarder des clips de karaoké, à nous empiffrer de Khalan (du riz gluant cuit dans une bambou, avec des copeaux de noix de coco et des haricots noirs, comme ça ça ne fait pas forcément dream is divine), 7am to correct the French Sothea, and read a novel before last to leave the library Bamboo Phnom Penh.
the end of the road, the centenary of Sisophon. Martin lost paradise on the edge of the city ugly. Sothea first took me to meet his mother who sells bananas and some vegetables at the market. His son is an engineer, graduated from the best school in Cambodia. it risuqe change many things ...
the next morning at 8am, they are there.
Montgrath, large bleeding heart who had already torn tears making me read his letter to sponsors when he announced the death of his father and the departure of her best friend in Bangladesh,
Sokka, aka "Mister President,
Vichay and the" student-gentleman "who always carry my bag from the gate of the house up to m room when he sees me go mission foundered and all muddy.
they borrowed the motorcycle cousins, buddy, they are so proud to show me their field ...
together we make the tour owls:
greetings to Mom Srey em, who runs a snack bar at the entrance of the center, visit Montgrath garden, a haven of peace, clipped hedges, colorful butterflies and flowers fragrant, sokker can finally introduce myself a grandmother, living legend, 78 years, we bother cutting down a banana tree with an ax, Kim Sean, who washed his clothes safari hat while his mother take the air, and Vichay house.
an aunt's house ready to vichay mother, who sells fried bananas, a small slip of a woman, as tall as three apples, a bit shaky because it has a malformed leg, courageous woman, who has returned his son Thailand, where he worked one year as cuisto because he wanted to earn money to help his family. it did come back saying you have to finish your studies. she knew when she was upset the fate of vichay me breath in the hallway
I'm the little negro, but it was so beautiful, so sincere, that joy mixed with sadness in this Vichay confided that if the Asian modesty did not forbid, I will close this guy in my arms for hours.
meanwhile Sokka and Montgrath invited to festoon mother Vichay ablutions were de rigueur, and wringing their hungry stomachs at the table prepared in our honor.
Vichay asked me to help him convince his mother and grandfather have lunch with us, and against the art of receiving of the Khmer of watching his dinner invitation. it was so touching to see them explain that in France invite eats with his guests and it made me happy.
Vichay's grandfather was a medic in Phnom Penh before war. so he speaks a little French. "A little" because in Cambodia, forget his mastery of French was a matter of survival for many. speak French was to be on the side of the colonists, capitalists, and therefore an anti nationalist, who in time of war and red Khemri aps is the best taste.
the end of the meal, the grandfather threw his krama in the face. nothing rude, he invited me to take a shower postprandial: return Khmer mores ...
I could knock out a thousand and one other little detail on this day wonderful. I'm saving. Fair, bringing me back to the center EDM, when we say goodbye, Vichay, Sokka Montgrath and I Vichay gave me his jacket. in memory.
I look like a penguin hunchback in, but frankly, it vichay, it has class. his gift, I keep it a memory that is priceless.
dad is right, "it's a bit from die" ... but still, there are beautiful dead sometimes. 
La vraie émotion de ces derniers jours, désolée de faire si peu preuve de civisme, mais pour moi, c'est la douloureuse nécessité de dire au revoir.
Quand Martin m'a annoncé que je ne pouvais pas aller à Sisophon à cause des élections, I reviewed two nights ago, sitting on the edge of the bunk bed and Khlot Sao Koksen who had rolled in his blanket, and chatting with Mongrath Vichay and perched on the bed opposite and completely excited:
"yes Helou! So You Will Come to visit my house? Oh ... so happy, so happy. i will ask my mother to cook food for you, She is a very good cook. and my grand father Can Speak French. oh .. very very happy happy! "
Ah yes, I too was "very happy".
All students returned the next day in their province.Mot Order: School Holidays for most elections and for all. They returned only to return August 24 that while the 24, specifically, single stretch out my towel on the beach Pramousquier, amid a cloud of Baranga, a more solitary coconut tree in Alaska. My heart breaks for this recall.
Against Appeal Bantey Manchey, I could not. They went in and I had to say goodbye.
Overnight home found itself desperately empty and silent. Finished songs through walls from 6am in the morning, no more football games in a single shoe were generally trminent by "Eva! § Helou do You Have medicine for me?" Finish the fight to find his flip flops in the heap at the entrance of the house.
Yes, the house was falling into the world of silence, and I complained more Eva, who did not like me the loophole of escape to distant missions.
Is what they say goodbye to the living? No. That may be why I had the feeling of living the echo of a little death ...
While the prospect of making the trip home, meet the proud parents of these little wonders, it was a bit like me walk on water, or get out of the grave the third day.
and wham. now that I glue the danger of the century: the election, the Thai and Khmer slightly on edge, and safety regulations very impertinent.
on the line, when Martin told me: "I have bad news, you have to stay in Phnom Penh," I lost face, stifling a sob
"but Martin Srey Em even bought tickets for that I'm sitting beside her to the bus, and then I got an appointment with Vichay, Montgrath and Sokka, the center Thursday morning, you can not do this to me Martin, I do see them again perhaps more "
what is right with Martin, m is director in Cambodia is that the heartbreak of love for young people Banteschmare he understands. Took a leap almost paternal mad as if I had said "but wait, Maradona was a woman," he answered me immediately:
"OK OK, wait two minutes, I'll call them to Bangkok, and Paris, we will solve this. eh, OK? you wait two minutes, eh? I'll call you "
here. 2 minutes later, yes, I recovered my dignity, I had the blessing of Martin to find my thieves.
In fact, near as I sat Sothea. he was in 7th heaven. Not because I was sitting next to him, but because he had just received a letter from his sponsor, after mois et des mois d'attente et de lettres consensuelles à ses parrains.
Eva et moi en étions arrivées à les encourager à glisser des petits reproches dasn leurs courriers, et visiblement ce fut efficace.
Sothea allait donc pouvoir me harceler de question pour préparer un e-mail du tonnerre de Dieu pour épater ses parrainas par une réponse moderne dans un français limpide.
7 heures de routes, à regarder des clips de karaoké, à nous empiffrer de Khalan (du riz gluant cuit dans une bambou, avec des copeaux de noix de coco et des haricots noirs, comme ça ça ne fait pas forcément dream is divine), 7am to correct the French Sothea, and read a novel before last to leave the library Bamboo Phnom Penh.
the end of the road, the centenary of Sisophon. Martin lost paradise on the edge of the city ugly. Sothea first took me to meet his mother who sells bananas and some vegetables at the market. His son is an engineer, graduated from the best school in Cambodia. it risuqe change many things ...
the next morning at 8am, they are there.
Montgrath, large bleeding heart who had already torn tears making me read his letter to sponsors when he announced the death of his father and the departure of her best friend in Bangladesh,
Sokka, aka "Mister President,
Vichay and the" student-gentleman "who always carry my bag from the gate of the house up to m room when he sees me go mission foundered and all muddy.
they borrowed the motorcycle cousins, buddy, they are so proud to show me their field ...
together we make the tour owls:
greetings to Mom Srey em, who runs a snack bar at the entrance of the center, visit Montgrath garden, a haven of peace, clipped hedges, colorful butterflies and flowers fragrant, sokker can finally introduce myself a grandmother, living legend, 78 years, we bother cutting down a banana tree with an ax, Kim Sean, who washed his clothes safari hat while his mother take the air, and Vichay house.
an aunt's house ready to vichay mother, who sells fried bananas, a small slip of a woman, as tall as three apples, a bit shaky because it has a malformed leg, courageous woman, who has returned his son Thailand, where he worked one year as cuisto because he wanted to earn money to help his family. it did come back saying you have to finish your studies. she knew when she was upset the fate of vichay me breath in the hallway
"I'm so happy thats my DEAMs Become true. I Never Believed Until i could study grade 12, and now i study in Phnom Penh. i thought, if i can Until study grade 12 i am very lucky. Now i worry for my family, my sister is in. Because sincere Thailand 3 years, and I Miss Her. my mother works so hard for living. "
I'm the little negro, but it was so beautiful, so sincere, that joy mixed with sadness in this Vichay confided that if the Asian modesty did not forbid, I will close this guy in my arms for hours.
meanwhile Sokka and Montgrath invited to festoon mother Vichay ablutions were de rigueur, and wringing their hungry stomachs at the table prepared in our honor.
Vichay asked me to help him convince his mother and grandfather have lunch with us, and against the art of receiving of the Khmer of watching his dinner invitation. it was so touching to see them explain that in France invite eats with his guests and it made me happy.
Vichay's grandfather was a medic in Phnom Penh before war. so he speaks a little French. "A little" because in Cambodia, forget his mastery of French was a matter of survival for many. speak French was to be on the side of the colonists, capitalists, and therefore an anti nationalist, who in time of war and red Khemri aps is the best taste.
the end of the meal, the grandfather threw his krama in the face. nothing rude, he invited me to take a shower postprandial: return Khmer mores ...
I could knock out a thousand and one other little detail on this day wonderful. I'm saving. Fair, bringing me back to the center EDM, when we say goodbye, Vichay, Sokka Montgrath and I Vichay gave me his jacket. in memory.
I look like a penguin hunchback in, but frankly, it vichay, it has class. his gift, I keep it a memory that is priceless.
dad is right, "it's a bit from die" ... but still, there are beautiful dead sometimes.
Friday, July 25, 2008
Why Do I Take Such Long Showers
Momo, Cathy and EDM are afraid
You do not really notice it between elections in the U.S., the release of Ingrid and the upheavals of Afghanistan, but Cambodia is also energized.
Because here are the election in full swing. Trucks loaded with speakers grandpas-wave look-and-cigarette-to-beak and slicked teens waving flags petis crisscross the country, put up posters on all the houses amid music fete.
The other day in a village, while I was touring around for an opening goddaughter sponsorship and we talked quietly for the debts of the families, many chickens, number of acres and hectares owned by family incomes of members of households, followed by materials being paid, and "do you use soap or detergent for your toilet?" (There are no sub questions for social surveys), all eyes are suspended from a bike on a trail that passed in the horizon, and everyone exploded with laughter. The cyclist was wearing a T-shirt Sam Rainsy, a cap HUMAN RIGHT Party, and a small flag Cambodian Peoples Party.
Finally, it is a little civility to the Khmer, a friendly consensus, which does not wave. We vote as a neighbor, not to break the harmony of course, but also because the neighbor who is a member of the party, a machine to cut the wood he uses a lot for his work ... and his private affairs on the occasion.
It's not all. There are big big voltage between Cambodia and Thailand around the Preah Vihear issue just Heritage of Humanity by UNESCO.
(temple ... yes still)
Preah Vihear temple is a beautiful, located in a province far from everything, in northern Cambodia, one of those sites for which I shall soon be obliged one day return to Cambodia if I do not want to die stupid.
(red, province)
To be brief, and likely to make me pull your ears for the specialists for my dilettantism, Cambodia would benefit from the assistance of UNESCO to protect This temple located on the outskirts of the Thai border, which leads to a security perimeter around the site. Now that area proposed by the Cambodian authorities, bites on Thai territory. And Thais claim a division that does not create the security perimeter. All this amid internal political crisis in Thailand and national elections in Cambodia.
(which is great with this blog is that if you click on the pictures you can read the texts that you do not decipher as shown on the page ...) Add a touch
Ultra-minded nationalists, some soldiers soaked in alcohol that can get carried away and settle their accounts rather violently after losing at cards ... yeah, it can degenerate.
One in the next, although some contencieux arrangements for the elections. because fear of the citizen, there's nothing better for a massive vote. Look who made strong male figure, one who holds the army, and you have the winner of elections.
Like what, all things evil is good ...
is why it is the signal for battle to EDM. The staff organizes volunteers fetching bamboo without the knowledge of our full will. Eva's father comes to phone his daughter about whether she is alive. It's not so bad, it at least had the merit of us know ...
Yes, because we frankly, apart from the plugs to let parade of political parties, and two or three traffic officers a bit overwhelmed by the natural anarchy that takes riders, we did not notice much.
Anyway, Eva and I are puzzled. In Bangkok and Paris, is that they understand the geography of Cambodia.
Look at a map and you put two seconds into the shoes of a sensible voluntary Bamboo be in danger of ending up in a grilled merguez Barbec 'mountain troops, and summoned to leak more rapidly under the advice of his superiors: If
before returning to Bangkok, one must first be rappatriées in Sisophon, you speak protection!
one hand Sisophon is one of the most violent cities in Cambodia, and secondly, not to criticize, it's a bit right next to Thailand. Besides reach Bangkok by land, it means cross Poipet, a charming town that provided the cross plane, preferably overnight. While fetching the volunteers of nice bamboo, taxi, through the land border, such as "hello Khmer, the Thai's hello, be cute, stop pulling 2 minutes the time it passes through, Please", with Eva, you do not understand too. The idea of genius is to send us directly into the mouth of the wolf in case something goes wrong, it's not brilliant, brilliant.
In Phnom Penh, finally we are no worse. And then the plane, it sucks less than the road to Poipet.
short, the heckling we did just make a little more and we were forced to make our packages in 5 minutes to say goodbye by fleeing to Cambodia. Just consider this perspective, our little hearts were tight.
... 
You do not really notice it between elections in the U.S., the release of Ingrid and the upheavals of Afghanistan, but Cambodia is also energized.
Because here are the election in full swing. Trucks loaded with speakers grandpas-wave look-and-cigarette-to-beak and slicked teens waving flags petis crisscross the country, put up posters on all the houses amid music fete.
The other day in a village, while I was touring around for an opening goddaughter sponsorship and we talked quietly for the debts of the families, many chickens, number of acres and hectares owned by family incomes of members of households, followed by materials being paid, and "do you use soap or detergent for your toilet?" (There are no sub questions for social surveys), all eyes are suspended from a bike on a trail that passed in the horizon, and everyone exploded with laughter. The cyclist was wearing a T-shirt Sam Rainsy, a cap HUMAN RIGHT Party, and a small flag Cambodian Peoples Party.
Finally, it is a little civility to the Khmer, a friendly consensus, which does not wave. We vote as a neighbor, not to break the harmony of course, but also because the neighbor who is a member of the party, a machine to cut the wood he uses a lot for his work ... and his private affairs on the occasion.
It's not all. There are big big voltage between Cambodia and Thailand around the Preah Vihear issue just Heritage of Humanity by UNESCO.
(temple ... yes still)
Preah Vihear temple is a beautiful, located in a province far from everything, in northern Cambodia, one of those sites for which I shall soon be obliged one day return to Cambodia if I do not want to die stupid.
(red, province)
To be brief, and likely to make me pull your ears for the specialists for my dilettantism, Cambodia would benefit from the assistance of UNESCO to protect This temple located on the outskirts of the Thai border, which leads to a security perimeter around the site. Now that area proposed by the Cambodian authorities, bites on Thai territory. And Thais claim a division that does not create the security perimeter. All this amid internal political crisis in Thailand and national elections in Cambodia.
(which is great with this blog is that if you click on the pictures you can read the texts that you do not decipher as shown on the page ...) Add a touch
Ultra-minded nationalists, some soldiers soaked in alcohol that can get carried away and settle their accounts rather violently after losing at cards ... yeah, it can degenerate.
One in the next, although some contencieux arrangements for the elections. because fear of the citizen, there's nothing better for a massive vote. Look who made strong male figure, one who holds the army, and you have the winner of elections.
Like what, all things evil is good ...
is why it is the signal for battle to EDM. The staff organizes volunteers fetching bamboo without the knowledge of our full will. Eva's father comes to phone his daughter about whether she is alive. It's not so bad, it at least had the merit of us know ...
Yes, because we frankly, apart from the plugs to let parade of political parties, and two or three traffic officers a bit overwhelmed by the natural anarchy that takes riders, we did not notice much.
Anyway, Eva and I are puzzled. In Bangkok and Paris, is that they understand the geography of Cambodia.
Look at a map and you put two seconds into the shoes of a sensible voluntary Bamboo be in danger of ending up in a grilled merguez Barbec 'mountain troops, and summoned to leak more rapidly under the advice of his superiors: If
before returning to Bangkok, one must first be rappatriées in Sisophon, you speak protection!
one hand Sisophon is one of the most violent cities in Cambodia, and secondly, not to criticize, it's a bit right next to Thailand. Besides reach Bangkok by land, it means cross Poipet, a charming town that provided the cross plane, preferably overnight. While fetching the volunteers of nice bamboo, taxi, through the land border, such as "hello Khmer, the Thai's hello, be cute, stop pulling 2 minutes the time it passes through, Please", with Eva, you do not understand too. The idea of genius is to send us directly into the mouth of the wolf in case something goes wrong, it's not brilliant, brilliant.
In Phnom Penh, finally we are no worse. And then the plane, it sucks less than the road to Poipet.
short, the heckling we did just make a little more and we were forced to make our packages in 5 minutes to say goodbye by fleeing to Cambodia. Just consider this perspective, our little hearts were tight.
...
Saturday, July 19, 2008
Why It Hurts When Get Fingered
It sends shivers down your spine ...
"Hello everyone, I hope you find
shaped in your respective missions. The first of the new generation bamboo, Bruno, arrived in Sisophon and has had a great experience in terms intercultural meeting!
Elections are up to date in Cambodia, caution is required. In keeping with Martin, I ask you not to go on a mission from July 24 to 30, not going out, brief to remain in your database during this period in order to prevent any problems that may arise. This period corresponds à peu près à une période pendant laquelle le gouvernement a interdit tout port d’arme et vente d’alcool dans l’ensemble du pays. Il risque d’y avoir de forts débordements.
Dans tous les cas, je vous demande de ne prendre partie en aucun cas dans une discussion politique, même si l’on vous demande votre avis. Ce n’est pas votre mission et cela pourrait vous nuire et nuire à EdM. La mission du bambou est de se mettre au service des enfants pauvres, d’écouter et de faire remonter des nouvelles des enfants à leur parrain. Pas de prosélytisme s’il vous plait.
Je vous souhaite à tous une bonne semaine et une bonne continuation dans vos missions.
Damien Damien
VERNY
Project Coordinator Asia
Enfants du Mekong "
Dear Bamboo, Martin
As you stated today by phone, and the escalation of tensions in Cambodia, it is expressly asked to join the morning July 24, 2008, the center SHS Sisophon before a fetching to Bangkok!
Until then, stay home and not go out at night!
We rely on you to respect and ensure respect scrupulously these instructions!
Martin is available to answer your questions.
A bientot
Stéphane Saunier
Responsible volunteers bamboo-
Dear Parents
We show you, for all practical purposes, that following the tensions felt in recent weeks in Cambodia, and with the prospect of parliamentary elections next Sunday, we clearly decided, in conjunction with the Director EDM Cambodia Maindiaux Martin, gather Thursday, July 24th all of our volunteers' Bamboo Cambodia (Samrong missions, Battambang, Banteay Chmar, and Phnom Penh), in the center EDM Sisophon, adopting a first principle of precaution. Our Director Cambodia, based in Sisophon, and with which we are permanent link, is quite reassuring as to the current situation, but does not exclude, where appropriate, a fetching over central Bangkok EDM if were to deteriorate.
We will keep you informed and remain at your disposal to answer all your questions.
Receive, dear parents, our cordial and sincere greetings.
Stéphane Saunier
Responsible volunteers bamboo-
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Japanese Haircut Irvine
and suddenly, comes the storm ... Typical
It's hot. "Too hot to work" (yes, I dare to be honest, I'm in the mood plaisantarde).
But brave on my little motorbike that EDM hums with pleasure under my conduct fluid, I brave the dust that makes me a grainy mask on the face, makes my hair gel in and crunched under my teeth, I ignored the sensation see my arm hairs to burn every red light under the sun, and I play the elbows to avoid being stuck behind trucks, instead of the loser if any.
When suddenly ... Suddenly the horizon darkens, a strong wind brought down the zinc sheets in a deafening roar and leap into the air a cavalcade of colorful bags Plastic Cash, dans un ballet de poussière brune. Le ciel éclate en une ligne oblique et fracturée à l'infini.
Je suis cuite. Ou plutot, je suis bouillabesse.
Pas le temps de me réfugier où que ce soit, Phnom penh n'est plus qu'eaux marronasses, nids de poules devenus mares, et gouttières devenues douches.
Il faut moins de temps à Phnom Penh pour devenir une immense piscine que de temps pour le dire.
Moi j'ai renoncé à me mettre à l'abri. C'est à ce moment que je vois ma copine la Djiei, ou bien la grand mère de Ngav Lina, la petite mignonette souvent malade du Psar Tauch. C'est le moment où, trempée et éperdue, je leur cours après pour tailler bavette, plantant ma moto sur le côté pendant qu'un mécanicien exaspéré mais bienveillant met ma fidèle monture à l'abri et finit par se marrer de voir cette Barang échevelée, toute collée dans un magma de vêtements mouillés et de pollution citadine.
Qu'à cela ne tienne, il est temps de sortir l'appareil photo.
Les enfants n'en n'ont rien à secouer de la pluie, c'est plutôt sympathique, toutes ces flaques, c'est l'occasion de se faire quelques bleues, quelques cicatrices de guerre. et puis la pluie, c'est le moment où le piéton reprend ses droits.
it's time to stop the small plastic bottle pickers Refrigerated this spectacular descent of temperature (grrr. ... 28 ° C, it is chilly ...).
20 minutes later the rain stops. But in the street, the tar was submerged, and the students come vandalize their uniforms playing the festival at the frog. Binders flow in the brown water, a boy made a demo at his little sister: "I look forward somersault in the gutter"
chaos and everything ends up happy bastonnade.
seul le chauffeur de touk touk stationné à deux mètres reste perplexe. C'est à croire qu'il a vécu dans une famille française qui lui a appris que la boue ça tache, que le canniveau c'est plein de microbes et qu'on n'apprend pas la brasse coulée à sa petite soeur au milieu de la chaussée.
mais que voulez vous? la pluie c'est un moment euphorisant.
c'est aussi le moment des looks ultimes que nous arborons sans complexe, ici à EDM, des figures à moto du type "eh regarde!les pieds on the handlebars ... Blaise !...", comfortable to wash their feet in the mud like Mae Touit ...
I could make a theme on water . Finally there is that damn flash that I can not attraper.mais the rest is poetry so unusual ...
It's hot. "Too hot to work" (yes, I dare to be honest, I'm in the mood plaisantarde).
But brave on my little motorbike that EDM hums with pleasure under my conduct fluid, I brave the dust that makes me a grainy mask on the face, makes my hair gel in and crunched under my teeth, I ignored the sensation see my arm hairs to burn every red light under the sun, and I play the elbows to avoid being stuck behind trucks, instead of the loser if any.
When suddenly ... Suddenly the horizon darkens, a strong wind brought down the zinc sheets in a deafening roar and leap into the air a cavalcade of colorful bags Plastic Cash, dans un ballet de poussière brune. Le ciel éclate en une ligne oblique et fracturée à l'infini.
Je suis cuite. Ou plutot, je suis bouillabesse.
Pas le temps de me réfugier où que ce soit, Phnom penh n'est plus qu'eaux marronasses, nids de poules devenus mares, et gouttières devenues douches.
Il faut moins de temps à Phnom Penh pour devenir une immense piscine que de temps pour le dire.
Moi j'ai renoncé à me mettre à l'abri. C'est à ce moment que je vois ma copine la Djiei, ou bien la grand mère de Ngav Lina, la petite mignonette souvent malade du Psar Tauch. C'est le moment où, trempée et éperdue, je leur cours après pour tailler bavette, plantant ma moto sur le côté pendant qu'un mécanicien exaspéré mais bienveillant met ma fidèle monture à l'abri et finit par se marrer de voir cette Barang échevelée, toute collée dans un magma de vêtements mouillés et de pollution citadine.
Qu'à cela ne tienne, il est temps de sortir l'appareil photo.
Les enfants n'en n'ont rien à secouer de la pluie, c'est plutôt sympathique, toutes ces flaques, c'est l'occasion de se faire quelques bleues, quelques cicatrices de guerre. et puis la pluie, c'est le moment où le piéton reprend ses droits.
it's time to stop the small plastic bottle pickers Refrigerated this spectacular descent of temperature (grrr. ... 28 ° C, it is chilly ...).
20 minutes later the rain stops. But in the street, the tar was submerged, and the students come vandalize their uniforms playing the festival at the frog. Binders flow in the brown water, a boy made a demo at his little sister: "I look forward somersault in the gutter"
chaos and everything ends up happy bastonnade.
seul le chauffeur de touk touk stationné à deux mètres reste perplexe. C'est à croire qu'il a vécu dans une famille française qui lui a appris que la boue ça tache, que le canniveau c'est plein de microbes et qu'on n'apprend pas la brasse coulée à sa petite soeur au milieu de la chaussée.
mais que voulez vous? la pluie c'est un moment euphorisant.
c'est aussi le moment des looks ultimes que nous arborons sans complexe, ici à EDM, des figures à moto du type "eh regarde!les pieds on the handlebars ... Blaise !...", comfortable to wash their feet in the mud like Mae Touit ...
I could make a theme on water . Finally there is that damn flash that I can not attraper.mais the rest is poetry so unusual ...
Thursday, July 10, 2008
Can Kideny Function Be Regained
It is time for me to put the kibosh on the old cliches that really impressed the barang. Cambodia, not only houses branches of palm trees, with their grannies krama casually folded on top of the skull, now chew their betel between their reddish snags.
No. The Cambodian people is not only composed of grandmas and toddlers laughing.
There is also the middle class. Those living in the compartments Chinese, while the large block length with the ground floor, a shed that serves as store-room-car garage, and blind parts in succession, in which to live under the white light of neon, with only air breathing mice.
Yesterday evening, starting A dam cons the Pacific, I read that Duras was an allusion to the buildings erected by settlers for the middle class "native", buildings which were built in succession, and which proved conducive to the spread of plague in a speed record. Well I think these buildings are not native to far from these compartments Chinese, who are a bit of the Rolls rabbit hutch of Sarcelles, except that it still sounds modern and chic, especially when it is near the airport ...
brief. it is time to introduce you to another Khmer art de vivre.
here is the prototype of a Khmer family of the middle class and even the upper middle class. I
Laurent Boton have thought about taking this photo. Because it's going to buy the precious Bendazole 500mg which overcomes worms in the stomachs of our young godchildren Mekong he gave me his little show with his customary aplomb theater:
(I emphasized in bold-capitalized intonations legendary Lawrence but tak know Leah and has written everything is lost)
"but not RE custody, Heloise, RE keeps it. It -TY-PI that is -TY PI- that. RE custody, in the lounge car, the TV on in background is TY-PI- that! "
And it's true that this is typical.
The madam of pharmacy -Which is also currency exchange and jewelry, and filing for Rice, which speaks volumes about the skills of the lady ...- pharmaceutical is a Sino-Khmer thirties, still quite nice (at forty years will be gone forever in the "MING", much less prepossessing), rustle of pink clad, indolent, and who did nothing to seriously shake us.
It takes about an hour to find multi vitamins when I ask him ... Finally, more precisely, it can not find it, it's me that runs behind the counter to show him the boxes rows highlighted on one of three shelves that are his business pharmaceuticals.
"No, but IL FAU t you understand that ET laws IT she married, and now she f t OR NOTHING of his life. She watches TV, she is doing pedicures at home, she looks (be careful, do not read it " RE guard") magazines. And we, we employ it to Wed. It would f OR t us, I'll DIS me, Heloise, she would f t OR ROYAL us. It's like CA middle class in Cambodia. It's like it ."
C'est vrai que mêmme sourire, c'est un effort qu'elle ne se donne pas la peine de faire, notre super pharmacienne.
Et puis dans la maison khmer, tout le monde est plongé dans une profonde léthargie, comme un refuge, une parade à la chaleur écrasante de la ville, et les décibels particulièrement agressifs du mariage devant la maison d'à côté. Il ya la belle-mère qui roupille sur le transat' et décolle parfois une oreille pour aboyer un ordre à sa boniche invisible en cuisine, et les gosses (un garçon en général, car le fils est roi chez les khmers, comme souvent en Asie) qui se cure le nez, l'air absorbé devant son dessin animé.
The car is like everywhere a major sign of wealth, it is placed prominently. It may be there one of the few universal traits of stupidity that we share, between East and West. But unlike the rest of us barang, Khmer upper middle class has no problem taking all his meals in an atmosphere of Motorway.
course there is a dog filthy, gender or Chitsu Chihuahua, who comes regularly bitch tiles (from a pharmacy is not a bad idea ...) because he also found that going outside is really too much effort for not much. "In any event, the penniless cousin, housed in the eye by the family and used the occasion to wipe my maid is going on, then it would be wrong to deprive ... "
then, they'll still taste these sympathetic Khmer?
PS: Mom, I remind you that the last months of the mission's rush. I wrap all my sponsorship openings, prepare to get my successor with a record of curl, to my farewell and dry my tears. so I'm not ALWAYS in Phnom Penh, and I does not update my blog every day!
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