Unbelievable Tragedy
On my second day in Phnom Penh, the same tuktuk driver came to fetch me for our morning's destination which was the Killing Fields. I had no idea of what to expect there and I was so affected by what I saw. They had this memorial where thousands of skulls were on display. Until now, if I think about it, I get depressed. It was so eerie ... No one would ever understand why this tragedy happened. Millions of Cambodians were killed by the evil regime of Pol Pot. As I went through the complex, there were various areas where different forms of torture occured.
I kept looking at the skulls - there were thousands of them. I felt numbed in disbelief of the horror that those poor victims went through when they were tortured until death.
I noticed a big tree which was used before where loudspeakers were mounted so that the cries of those tortured were muted.I silently left the place and asked the tuktuk driver (and also guide) to bring me to other tourist places. He volunteered that I should go to a "museum" - Tuol Sleng Museum. I thought it was any other museum ... To my horror, it was the prison and torture complex during the Pol Pot regime. A high school building complex turned into a prison area. You will see in the place the pictures of people who were mercilessly murdered and tortured. Among all the pictures that I have seen, one picture stood out - the picture of a mother with a child. You can see a blank expression of her .
... she was killed with a tool "burrowed" into her skull. I just stood in front of that picture not knowing what I felt. Horrifying ...After seeing the tragic picture, I wanted to leave but then I decided that I should check all the area. So, I went up the various floors and I suddenly noticed that I was alone. No other tourists were in the area. This made me scared and felt cold air passing by me! I ran back downstairs!
I was exhausted, sad, depressed by what I witnessed. I did not proceed to the market as I originally planned, instead, I immediately collected my things and headed to the bus station and rode a bus to Battambang. I did not notice the long bus ride that afternoon as I kept on thinking of the tragedy that befallen this lovely and friendly country of Cambodia.
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