flu-ish
For some odd reason last night in my cold-induced dream I was recalling one of my 2 trips to Cambodia. The first in 1991, the second in 1992 or 93. This was back before the political situation was stable and there was always the sense that danger lurked just around the corner. Ankgor Wat was empty back then, the domain of former Khmer Rouge soldiers, pythons, and rather unfriendly spiders. When you visited you were always alone... In the dream all the giant heads on the statues were whistling 'Yes We Have No Bananas' as I tiptoed through an unmarked minefield. Creepy.
I'm not sure what this has to do with anything... but there it is.
I'm not sure what this has to do with anything... but there it is.
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"yes we have no bananas" -hahahahahaha
The church I grew up in Brooklyn in the 70s, sponsored Chinese Cambodian refugees in the 70s, too bad I was too young to understand the pain they must have gone through to not only get to, but to also find a way to survive in the U.S.
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