Perhaps no news is good news?

I moved to Kampot this quator, mainly to get writing done. There was some talk of visa changes, which hopefully turned out to be nothing, and I did go back for three days.

Before I left I saw Sokri (Arrey). She was in the same situation. I said she can have my fan and chair because I wasn’t keeping to the room and we carried it up together. She is living pretty much opposite me. Five floors up, sleeping on the floor on a landing, although I was able to give her my yoga mat to sleep on.

I saw her later the same day. She told me she’s very ill, fatally is and basically dying. I’ve no idea if that’s true but she said about a year. She also showed me Lisa’s ID, and she had a different Khmer name.

Anyway, I was away, and then went back to see the visa agent. I bumped into her with a foreign man. They were friendly. She told me he’s her boyfriend and looking after her, and all seemed well.

I bumped into Youen. She met some woman by the riverside who’s child was taken, and is certain that her own boy as well as Kresar are being held in some kind of detention centre. She had a name and we were using a translation app to try and find it, and with the help of a tuk tuk driver we got it on the screen, a map and a name, and we agreed to go together and look for him when I get back (this was the evening I was leaving to come back), so that is some development. I’ll post pictures of the place she was trying to communicate below.

I saw Niza but we didn’t get to speak.

Never saw Lim.