We visited the Genocide Museum (Formerly S-21 under the Khmer Rouge) and the Killing Field of Choeung Ek. I don't even know how to articulate words to describe what I have seen.
I have sat here, blank screen in front of me numerous times today.
What to write?
That our perspective should shift? That we should be grateful for what we have, and where we were born, and thankful that we have not had to ever face the horror that the Cambodian nation has seen, only a short time ago?
I have photos that I am not ready to re-look at, images in my mind that I can't face, and utter sadness at our broken world that seems to make the same mistakes over and over.
Yet the Cambodian people (that I have met so far) are beautiful, kind-hearted souls that are determined to rebuild their nation.
They don't want their stories to be forgotten, and bravely hand them to the coming generation.
I am thankful to have walked this ground, explored this pain and gained more understanding of such a beautiful race of people.
There is power in testimony, beauty from ashes.