cambodia :: day four :: part one :: boo from bokor
the man took center stage in the crumbling palace and proceeded to pantomime. he bent his legs and faked a strong grip on a big imaginary machine gun. and then he started shooting, fueling his fire with the cops-and-robbers sounds that kids make, shaking his body and turning from side to side, spraying his made-up bullets through large windowless openings, flying them over the thick jungle and in to the distant waters of the gulf of thailand.
then the man brushed his hands clean and laughed. without speaking a word, he had said what he wanted to say: not too long ago, the guns and the bullets were real. not too long ago — as recently as the late 1990s — the vast jungles of preah monivong national park were home to the last remnants of the khmer rouge.
12.16.2003, 9:34 PM · Cambodia
