‘I survived the Khmer Rouge, I survived the Soviet Union, and I survived cancer,’ says Cambodian composer Him Sophy.
‘This is a really good camera. My grandson gave it to me, and I still don’t know how to work it quite yet. But I’m sure I can get some good photos of the monks. Where are they?’
Youk Chhang has become an éminence grise of the Cambodian ‘genocide.’
By his own account, Duch had no control over what happened inside S-21, but his masters expected him to produce confessions.
Personal patronage keeps the Cambodian arts alive, though the sponsors over the decades have changed with the political winds.
Dengue fever is poised to become one of the twenty-first century’s most devastating and banal pandemics.
‘The story I wish to tell is [my mother’s],’ wrote Duras in the 1940s, ‘that astonishing mystery, never fathomed …’
At 3.30am, Victor Koppe, international defence counsel for the ideological mastermind of the Khmer Rouge, emerges from behind the iron gates of his house.
The legacy of Kambujasuriya, Cambodia’s first Khmer-language literary journal.
Since this house was built, Cambodia’s name has changed half a dozen times and a clamouring of ideologies have had their day.