Each rain brings more. We were startled to see a jar of teeth in a glass box in a field full of holes. You can only imagine our reaction when we noticed more teeth lying at our feet underneath the box. We walked on through this place, where bones and clothing recently unearthed by mother nature appeared to belong, to be normal. The workers seemed to be more occupied with keeping the grass free of fallen palm tree branches than human remains. “Tree to kill babies and small children” one sign pointed out, as our guide motioned in a baseball swing fashion towards the tree. Another tree marked “Held speaker system played loudly to cover moans.” “Mass grave of 166 victims…without heads.” also found its place in these horrific grounds near Phnom Pehn, Cambodia. Needless to say, the car ride home was rather quiet.
I wish not to give a history lesson, any google search of “Kmer Rouge” or “the killing fields” will bring words to try to describe these horrorific events. I only wish to do exactly what this once high school, once prison, once torture chamber, now memorial attempts to do…stare into the faces of thousands shortly before their murder.
A 3 story pillar memorial filled only with shelf after shelf of skulls asks for homage at the gate.
Thanks to Bri for lending me the camera. All pictures are unaltered RAW.
