From monotone, still-life memories come their silent, haunting cries.
Hopeless faces asking for justice. Emaciated skeletal figures pleading
for mercy. 
They are portraits of Toul Sleng’s prisoners.
Once a school filled with the joy and laughter of children, Toul Sleng
is no remembered for the atrocities committed there. Renamed S-21 by
the Khmer Rouge it became a place of toture and murder.
Of over 10,000 prisoners that passed through the gates of office S-21 a
mere seven survived. Standing in this place I wonder at how the world
so easily overlooks genocide.
The older generation bears the scars and memories daily of this bloody time period.
The younger generation mourn their own losses and search for answers that may never be found.
Everyone bears the burden of having to rebuild a nation.
Silently people pass through Toul Sleng’s buildings. The paint chips
and in some places the roof threatens to give way under the strain of
age and decay. Brick cells stand showing the world their dark, cramped
quarters. Chains, beds and rods of metal now thick with rust remain to
tell their stories…
But is the world listening?
Note: It has been three decades since the end of the Khmer Rouge. After
all this time the trials are finally beginning to hear testimonies at
the end of this month.
