Breaking The Bonds Of Hate
In the jungles of Cambodia I lived in a refugee camp. We didn’t have good sanitation or modern conveniences. For example, there were no inside bathrooms–only outside ones made from palm-tree leaves, surrounded by millions of flies. When walking down the street, I could smell the aroma of the outhouse; in the afternoon, the 5- and 6 year-olds played with the dirt in front of it. It was the only thing they had to play with, and the “fragrance” never seemed to bother them....