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Today I got a third–and I hope, final–truckload of stuff moved to my new house. I don’t know where I’m going to put it. I think these boxes–and eleven others–are going to be sitting around the walls of my room–and out on my little balcony–for months as I go through the stuff to see what will go back to Kentucky, what goes to Maryknoll archives, what gets tossed. I wish we had curbs here so I could put stuff out for people to take.
Every two months I write a column about life and ministry in Cambodia for The Record, the newspaper for the Catholic diocese of Louisville, Kentucky. The latest column mentioned Pchum Ben, the Buddhist festival of the dead that we are experiencing this week.
For some reason one of the paragraphs of the published version of the article appears to be corrupted so rather than give the link to the newspaper, I’m trying to make a link that will send you my original copy I sent to The Record. See if you can click on this link below:
A generous donor who helps the Deaf Development Programme also has several apartments in Phnom Penh as an investment. He told me he has a one-bedroom unit that has been empty for a year because people want more rooms, and he suggested that I move in for free. Then I could use the money I was paying for rent elsewhere to support the deaf program.
I’ve still got a lot of unpacking to after I moved to his apartment today. This place is a definite upgrade! I have never lived in such nice housing!
Now to figure out where to put everything.
Does this remind you of Ace Hardware back in the day? …Nah, not me either.
That’s a rather big load for a rather small moto!
One photo target of many tourists to Phnom Penh is the mass of overhead wires above the city streets–and on the sidewalks, as in this photo. There are hundreds of wires stretching along almost every thoroughfare–and probably half of them are dead. New wires go up constantly. Old wires are rarely taken down. They’re removed only when they break and dangle in the streets. Notice the scars on the tree where limbs were amputated to make room for wires rather than running the wires in a less obtrusive fashion.
One characteristic of houses in the cities in Cambodia is that all the windows and doors are barred. On the left above is my front door. On top is the kitchen. The lower right corner is in my bedroom. None of the window bars or grills open. If there is a fire and the door is blocked, it’s bad news for the room occupants.
This is the front room of the shop house where I am living. It is two stories tall. At the other end of this room is a mezzanine room looking down onto this floor. That is for the shopkeeper to keep watch over his stock when the ground floor is set up as a shop or business. I use that mezzanine room as an office.
The point to notice here are the vents over the front doors. Everything in the house is designed to let air circulate and flow through. Electricity, e.g., for fans, is quite expensive now. 25 years ago, when this house was built electricity was still in its infancy so houses were “cooled” by increasing air flow.