April 22, 2005

Lessons Taught, and Learned, in Phnom Penh

By STEPHEN T. ASMA

I looked right at my student Boramy and heard him ask the question, but I couldn't formulate an answer. Only a moment passed between his question and my halting, grinding response, but it seemed like an hour. He and the other students appeared to be sitting on the other side of some frosted pane, but it was only the oppressive humidity. This day was hot even for them, and they'd grown up in the tropics. I completely slipped my moorings and felt my lecture floating gradually to ever more

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