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The world has never before this present decade experienced the plight of so many millions of refugees on the move in so many different parts of the world, all at the same time.
“Refugees are not numbers. They are people who have faces, names, stories, and need to be treated as such.” ~ Pope Francis
The Maryknoll Office of Global Concerns has some excellent materials for this day. Click here to find interesting and informative resources about refugees.
It’s not just the oranges that are in season now. Pomelos are also plentiful and they are one of my favorite fruits.
I have mentioned before that one of the ways to tell the seasons here is to note which fruits are being offered on the street. That’s one of the only real indicators since it’s always hot and everything is always blooming. Now it’s the turn of the oranges to appear. Most of them are from Battambang, renowned for oranges, and they are all green in color, not orange. They are good, though, and once in season, many vendors are selling the oranges by the kilo (about $1.75) or as bottles of freshly squeezed orange juice.
Medical practices vary tremendously around the world, depending on the education and literacy levels of a society, the resources available, the level of government attention, etc. Click here for a glimpse at one medical practice in Cambodia.
This is an old traditional wooden house a block from the Maryknoll office where I live. There aren’t many of these left in the city where they have been replaced by concrete dwellings or even by multi-story apartments and office buildings.
When you buy your shoes on the street like this, you choose by size, not by style. For any given style, there may be only two or three sizes offered–maybe only one, so you try on the different styles that fit and then pick the pair that you like best. These places do a lot of business.
I did a series on the uses of luxury woods in Cambodia in February and then decided I had said enough about that for a while. But when on the priests retreat recently, I noticed how much luxury wood was used in the church in Sihanoukville. Click here to see some photos from the sanctuary. Scroll down to No. 12.
Actually that headline’s not true–it’s not the sky that is the limit but the wires hanging low over Phnom Penh streets that puts a limit on the height of this load of snack foods like potato chips
Once a month, lay missioners from a variety of countries come together for fellowship, discussion, and community. Joining them this past year has been Denis, a seminarian from Kenya. Now he is preparing to leave to return to conclude his studies and the lay mission group gave him a goodbye gift. Miyuki (yellow) presented the gift while Yessica and Clara looked on.
Recently I posted a picture of a deep pothole near my house. Or maybe it would be more accurate to call it a sinkhole. It opened up in a hole several feet deep. Today I ran across another one. The local populace is really good about trying to mark such disasters-in-waiting but the question is why they keep appearing on roads that have relatively recently been paved? This is the third hole within a mile of my house. Does anyone in officialdom notice these? Do they actual do anything about them, as in requiring the contractor to come and repair it? Or telling the street department to do it? There’s no sign of such initiative.