It was a very busy but productive time in Cambodia. My reflections this week (partly whilst sitting on the plane home) are about clarifying the narrative. I was shooting a lot of new material, some planned, some experimental. The trip was also very helpful in clarifying the social context of my work – not just for this module, but going …
My Friend’s Mother Passed Away – I Missed My Mother
The first fully-translated ‘story’ from Sarath. Warning: gruesome reading in parts. …………………………….. It was possibly in 1977, I do not know for sure, but it was a windy month for spring, and rainy. I felt so desperate to meet my mother, to find out how she was being treated, because people died every day. I was a member of a …