Phom Penh wakes early to take advantage of the cool morning breeze before the sun breaks through the haze and invades the country with sweltering heat. Already at 6 am people In Phom Penh are rushing and bumping into each other on dusty, narrow side streets. Waiters and waiteresses in black and white uniforms swing open shop doors as the aroma of noodle soup greets waiting customers. Street vendors push food carts piled with steamed dumplings, smoked beef teriyaki sticks, and roasted peanuts along the sidewalks and begin to set up for another day of business. Children in colorful tshirts and shorts kick soccer balls on sidewalks with their bare feet, igoring the grunts and screams of the food cart owners. The wide boulevards sing with the buzz of motorcycle engines, squeaky bucycles, and, for those wealthy enough to afford them, small cars. By midday as temperatures climb up to over a hundred degrees,the streets grow quiet again. People rush home to seek relief from the heat, have lunch, tale cold showers, and nap before returning to work at 2 p.m.
First they killed my father - Loung Ung
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