By: Sek Sophal
It was in the evening of a rainy season in 1997 when I was waiting for a taxi transporting the newspaper from Phnom Penh to Battambang. An overnight downpour turned the parking lot into a muddy field. Even though it was a very sunny day, the muddy roads were still very slippery. Next to a muddy road connecting National Road 5, an old lady …

