Catching frogs in forest
Just after the sound of bullets, mines being exploted, and the screams of humans and animals being killed anarchily by the Khmer Rouge; Cambodians could rest in peace - thanks to the liberation of a few heroes on the 7th of January 1979.
The sound of laughter burst out, but it was no true laughter, because we still had the sorrow of famine. In the day time, all the villagers went every day into the forest to find some wild potatoes and wild mushrooms for food; or they cut the forest down to make the rice farm because Cambodians live accord with rice as their most important food.
At night time, when it was raining, they always went into the fields and forest to catch frogs or fish. This became very custom, especially in the SamRong village where a 14- year-old boy named Veasna was living, because everything there had been completely destroyed in the civil war.
One night it had been raining cats and dogs, because it was the rainy season. In Cambodia there are only two seasons known by all the people (even the illiterate): the rainy season and the dry season.
Veasna and the other villagers were very happy. Veasna said to one of his friends<<Sou, what a lovely night !!! Where we are going to catch frogs tonight?>>.<<Wait!!>> Sou replied<<Let's discuss with the others>>. Suddenly, a group of those boys, about ten, came to one agreement: They did as usual. But that time, it was a bit far: about 8 km up to the north of their village and near an old village where villagers had been moved out after the Polpot Regime. Then they broke the meeting and went back to their own houses to get equipment such as head touches,Krang(Container for keeping fish/frogs made of bambo and vine) and catching net with along handle.
When 7.00 arrived the journey started. On the way they were very happy, some of them were singing different types of music, and others kidded around with eachother. It did not seem a long time before they reached the forest where they could start hunting. Right at that time, they were bursting in great laughter after one of them, Sva (monkey) said <>. Don't worry, come with me... Please? Said Dara with a musing laugh. To be countinued.............
The sound of laughter burst out, but it was no true laughter, because we still had the sorrow of famine. In the day time, all the villagers went every day into the forest to find some wild potatoes and wild mushrooms for food; or they cut the forest down to make the rice farm because Cambodians live accord with rice as their most important food.
At night time, when it was raining, they always went into the fields and forest to catch frogs or fish. This became very custom, especially in the SamRong village where a 14- year-old boy named Veasna was living, because everything there had been completely destroyed in the civil war.
One night it had been raining cats and dogs, because it was the rainy season. In Cambodia there are only two seasons known by all the people (even the illiterate): the rainy season and the dry season.
Veasna and the other villagers were very happy. Veasna said to one of his friends<<Sou, what a lovely night !!! Where we are going to catch frogs tonight?>>.<<Wait!!>> Sou replied<<Let's discuss with the others>>. Suddenly, a group of those boys, about ten, came to one agreement: They did as usual. But that time, it was a bit far: about 8 km up to the north of their village and near an old village where villagers had been moved out after the Polpot Regime. Then they broke the meeting and went back to their own houses to get equipment such as head touches,Krang(Container for keeping fish/frogs made of bambo and vine) and catching net with along handle.
When 7.00 arrived the journey started. On the way they were very happy, some of them were singing different types of music, and others kidded around with eachother. It did not seem a long time before they reached the forest where they could start hunting. Right at that time, they were bursting in great laughter after one of them, Sva (monkey) said <>. Don't worry, come with me... Please? Said Dara with a musing laugh. To be countinued.............
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