February 1974 - The Bombing of Phnom Penh. “Why do you want to go to the front, Miss?” my Cambodia driver, Mr. Lî, asked. “It’s Sunday. The war is off on Sundays .” “Take me anyway,” I told him. I want to see Phnom Pen again, the monks in saffron robes walking along the Mekong under their parasols, the glazed pagoda roofs, the central market smelling of durian, and the stone dragons surrounded by sandbags, watching over National Museum...
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