29 Oct 2009
Phnom Penh
Take a deep breath. Warm, humid, sticky air. You’re here.
From the bird eye’s view the Mekong River encompassing the city looks like legs of an old woman, crooked and spread wide, not caring anymore who is raping her. Cocoa-brown water is spilled just everywhere. Little patches of greenery here and there, but Water is really the major element here. Not Sun, frying the black sweating heads of peddlers, pushing slowly their food carts. Not Earth, disfigured by thousands of explosions of old landmines. Not wind, sweeping dust and exhaust fumes into your face. It is the omnipresent Water that makes a difference here.
From the bird eye’s view the Mekong River encompassing the city looks like legs of an old woman, crooked and spread wide, not caring anymore who is raping her. Cocoa-brown water is spilled just everywhere. Little patches of greenery here and there, but Water is really the major element here. Not Sun, frying the black sweating heads of peddlers, pushing slowly their food carts. Not Earth, disfigured by thousands of explosions of old landmines. Not wind, sweeping dust and exhaust fumes into your face. It is the omnipresent Water that makes a difference here.
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