A boy, dirty shorts, tatty tee-shirt, no shoes. He’s perhaps seven years old and carrying a big, black, empty plastic bag. Scavenging for recyclable rubbish, in scorching heat. He should be in school. He takes no notice of me.
I’m in the shade and the coffee shop staff have turned on a fan. I order a strawberry frappe, cool and sweet.
Life’s hard for many young Cambodian kids. (The is not the boy from the story below)