“We drive down the National Highway 6, the street that runs from Phnom Penh to Siem Reap.
There are dozens of villages along the road. Since it’s 12 a.m., we decide to stop over to get a taste of everyday life in a village, precisely around lunchtime.
There isn’t a living soul, just stilt houses, huts made out of wood and thatch. The village seems desolate, deserted.
Then, all of a sudden, between the piles of a stilt hut, we see a woman on a hammock. She’s pulling a rope to rock a small hammock in which her son is sleeping. That’s his cradle.
We walk through the huts and see some children lying on a hammock, an intense look in their eyes. It seems like they’re waiting for something. Under a canopy, their mother is frying doughnuts over wood fire. So this is what they were waiting for! She smiles at us, the simplicity of their lives is quite disarming.
All the more intrigued, we keep walking along the small paths of clay between the huts. We see another woman sleeping on a hammock with her baby girl, the same girl who just showered in the middle of a field pouring on herself bucketfuls of water taken from a nearby water pump. We also saw her cleaning the dishes and doing laundry, and she’s only 8 years old.
There are pens for animals: pigs, chickens…
A surreal peace reins in this village, where life seems to flow much more slowly, where every foreigner receives a warm welcome”.