It’s early in the morning, 6.45am, I’m on the way to our construction side of Elevate Campus. It used to take me double of the time to ride there, but nowadays I need only a few minutes to fly over the dusty, bumpy, holey “street”. I know it too well and could possibly drive there in my sleep. Behind me, a red fireball is rising. It’s already hot, probably over 30°C, or even over 40°C and the blue sky promises no pity. Likely to see a tornado today. Just like yesterday. And the day before. And last week.
At one corner of our selfmade lake, around 70 workers are slowly gathering. As soon as most of them are here, I call out their names and mark on my list who is missing. Even after dozens of times, I don’t know the exact pronunciation. “Haun, Haoun, Ha-o-un, Ha-u-on ??” – Lots of laughter. Somehow, we always get it sorted out – even though the only words they know in English is “no” and “okay”. I am thankful that my Khmer is way better than their English. Right after the registration they start working at the shoreline and I hurry to the other side of our land.