Hill of Poison - Part I

[branan]

I apologise for my lack of correspondence over the last week or so - yet I didn't feel I could write of my travels untill I had recorded some sketch of my time in Phnom Penh. Both for you, dear readers, and for myself - as this log is a diary and a record of my memories too. However, I found myself unable to do so until the sharpness of those

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[kakitaseigi]

If you get to where you can put your experience into words, I'd absolutely love to read it, but if you can't, well, some memories are so provoking they're meant to be private.

Where are you at this point in your globetrotting? Hope Seattle's still on the planned route. :)

[branan]

I'll try to get part two up today. I'm in Hanoi - but just about to leave Vietnam, heading on an Odyssey (well... three plane flights :D) to Bali. Seattle is still on the to-be-visited list, though to be honest I really haven't put a lot of planning into the states yet - working on Australia right now!

[coffee_lifeform]

*nods in empathy*

You should really pick up First They Killed My Father. A really well-told, moving eyewitness account from a girl who got away.

[branan]

Aye, I intend to read it alright.

What really made the place so harrowing was that no-one was untouched, no-one had got through that time without loss. I had so much respect for our guide. He had a similar story, losing five brothers and his father, and surviving as a child in the hands of Ankar himself.

His first hand account was chillingly vivid.