GATES Its a memory now. not just an ordinary impression but an experience so wrenching that I will never be the same. I was a volunteer for three short months. sharing the tragedy of the Cambodian refugees. the remnant of a gentle. peaceloving people. Without words we spokethey unable to speak English. and I knowing not a word of Khmer. Yet no words could have spoken more forcefully. The story they told was etched on their bodies by the ravages of starvation ... limbs so thin you could count each bone ... muscles shrunken and burnt up to provide calories for survival when they had no food.
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