I never notice the multiple mosquito bites on my ankles and my elbows until one of the children exclaims with horror, "Teacher Alex! You must hurt!" But, I don't. For some reason, with all of the mosquito bites I have, none of them hurt. These ouch-less mosquito bites run a strong parallel to the way that Cambodia is effecting me right now. I am still in this (almost passive) absorption phase, as if Cambodia--a land that I don't know--is all that I know. Last night, on the rooftop of the school, Muoy, Khin, and I sat and looked at the stars--which you can only see in one part of the city where there is less light pollution. "When I am here, I am here and when I am there I am there," I said. I can
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