It was a quiet Khmer morning. Friends and I were traveling to Siem Reap. The van we were riding in slowed down by a procession. Curiosity managed to snap a shot of what looked like a miniature house carried by a truck. As it disappeared into gathering speed I saw a coffin inside it.
The deceased apparently had something thousands of his countrymen we visited at the Killing Fields the day before never had – an obsequies.