Ain't that a beautiful face?
He's the grandfather of our landlady and he lives next door. Doesn't speak a word of English. I don't speak a word of Khmer.
Yet everyday when we say him he greets us with a smile and chats away about the weather, our plants or our moto-driver. I don't understand a word and he doesn't mind.
I don't know how old he is, but he will have seen a lot of history; much of it ugly. He's got a good family and I wonder what he makes of the breathtaking development of modern-day Cambodia.
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