They're not nice people. Look at their shoes. They wear sandals made from car tires...it shows that these people are destroyers of things.
Entering the woods at night is a haunting experience, especially for someone with a vivid imagination.
I do not care why or how the Angkor plans to restore Cambodia. All I know is the constant pain of hunger in my stomach.
The chief told us the Angkor would take care of us and would provide us with everything we need. I guess the Angkor doesn't understand that we need to eat.
It is the best thing in the world to have someone love you.
I hope she won't be reincarnated here.
We are starving to death. Many people are dying in the village. Yet the government trades our crops to buy guns to kill more people.
His government has created a vengeful, bloodthirsty people. Pol Pot has turned me into someone who wants to kill.
Underneath the plastic sheet covered in fish, I enter Vietnam.
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