

Phnom Penh, Cambodia
I popped out of bed and started my morning routine. Climbing down the stairs to the first floor, slipping out the back door into the alley, until reaching the breakfast room. I made a cup of coffee and then carried it back up to the rooftop to write.
Sython arrived at 8:30am and he looked different. He seemed tired, normally arriving with smiles ear to ear, bouncing his shoulders up and down while laughing at his own stories. I asked if everything was okay and w...