Dieng

"10 postcards for 2 dollars. You buy postcards. Send to your girlfriend. Your girlfriend loves you very much." A boy approached me and touted his postcards while I was about to crack-open my cool Tiger beer.

"No, thank you." I replied without second thought, out of my traveller's instinct, nodding my head with smile, which was the most polite or harmless way I could do. As expected, he wouldn't let me go and tried hard to talk me into making the deal.

2 dollars wouldn't be a problem to me if I had had just started my 3-month-long trip. Now I really had to watch out on my budget. I was struggling with my morality and consciousness. In the end, I fixed my mind and started shuffling those not-so-attractive photos of Angkor Wat. I bargained to buy 5 cards for 1 dollar.

"It is lunch time already. Is he gonna buy himself a meal with 1 dollar?" wondering I was.

He was a 12-year-old WEE boy. I really mean wee 'cause he is much more shorter and slimmer than my nephew who is just 10. He goes to school but not today, thanks to summer vacation. He speaks English very well.

He was a Cambodian boy named Dieng.

7. Aug. 2008 at D's Books, Siem Reap