And then the last tuk-tuk early in the morning. It's early in the morning at four o'clock, and even in Phnom Penh, which never sleeps, peace has returned. The fleeting calm before the next storm. We chug through the empty streets at lightning speed, a fire is burning here and there, shadowy figures are crouching next to it, people are laughing, eating, drinking... I...
Boiled Beetles and Spiders
Here it actually is, the day of the last times. For the last time, the morning meal in front of the pool, the last morning conversation with the young lady at the reception (“When do you come back to Cambodia?”), the last pickup in front of the hotel, the last time taking a seat on the bus, the last wave of that in the morning...