Schools and Schooling/Trust and Abuse
It’s Pchum Ben in Cambodia the annual festival to remember ancestors. My sleep has been disturbed by the partying from the night before that faded-out just as the very early morning chants began from the Buddhist pagodas. I had the radio on but the BBC World Service was repeating a programme I’d heard before. There was still two hours to go until dawn and breakfast. I was wide awake, so embarked upon one of those streams of consciousness you try to drift off to sleep.
