Climate change project in Cambodia, with kids

While Cambodia is now paying attention to the conflicts she is having with Thailand, she probably forgets about some global duty she has to fufill as well. Actually, it is very easy to ignore something very significant like this because it doesn’t seem to show its bad impacts in this moment but the future instead.


I luckily had to spend 6 days working as an interpreter for a American woman from Seatle who came all the day down here to teach a group of children aged from 14 to 20 how to use a video to make changes in whatever way in their communities. It was exactly exciting and new for them as well as for me. I have never heard such a thing. But I don’t think it will be able to be explained or it is just going to fill this whole post with this important information and of course details! She and I are temporarily working for Plan International Cambodia that has patnered with a few other organizations who sent their researchers to come and help us in the workshops those kids joined.
I am really amazed by what they are trying to do. It’s Plan Interntaional and several organizations that are working to promote children’s rights and at the same time raising awareness of climate change in Cambodia. Nearly 30 kids from two communes were invited and for these 6 days, they were taught technical staff like using video-cameras, which was all too exciting for them. Also, they learnt new things like natural disasters such as flood and drought. Besides these, they even learnt to provide possible solutions to problems happening in their villages. They did a very good job in writing the storyboard and directing their stories.
Can you imagine that youngs kids from the communes in Cambodia can make a film, write a storyboard and direct everything in the movie? Can you imagine that kids in the provinces can voice their concern if they face any confrontation from the world they are living? It’s overwhelming when people are silent about what they want. But this time, these videos they will make next week will make a big difference in their communities and their life. They raise an issue in their village, show impacts and provide possible solutions. Those vidoes will be watched by the communities, local and national government. And we will see, if approved by the government, their proposals for a bridge during flooding and for the communities to spread children’s rights will just come true overnight!!!

Time to make a passport in Cambodia!

We have a funny phrase for making great effort to get an official document. “As difficult as asking for fire from a giant.” And, of course, it is not the first time I experience such a hard time. I’m not a novice to this situation, trying to get an official agreement or document from ministries or departments. Yab.

I have had several attempts to have a passport for myself. Owing to time constraint and yes, my laziness, I failed again and again to get one. I missed good opportunities without a passport. They say, if you want to see the whole world, you’ve got to have one. Absolutely, you’ll progress mentally and spiritually. Well, I should stop whining about this or that reason I didn’t have it earlier.

But one thing that scared me before making the passport was that I was told guys working there were not very nice. They were, like, leeches or ugly-looking people. That’s because they don’t smile at who does not go to them.

A simple practice of making a passport here in Cambodia is that you don’t go directly to the passport department under the control of (perhaps) Ministery of Foreign Affairs. However, it’s staring in the fact that it is full of bureaucracy. Mind you, it is not the first place that is littered with bureaucracy. It goes without saying that bureaucracy is associated with ‘corruption’ because the longer your documents will be issued/released, the longer you have to wait, the more anxious you’ll get, and the faster you’ll decide to bribe to get yours. Above all, bureaucracy and bribery are cliques of corruptopia.
Simple, isn’t it?
As for me, I feel that it is becoming unfair for such a poor country to spend so much on making a passport. If we compare passport price in Cambodia with a few countries I know, like Thailand, our eyes can gorge out. Inflation hits the market and also funnily enough, the passport, which has shot up to 140 to 145 dollars. How ridiculous. It is just like a piece of beef or pork being auctioned for at market.

To make a passport here, you need a middleman, whom I figure out is a staff at the passport department. Those guys are in buff-colored uniforms (dress almost like military police), standing all around the place. A few even live around the department to have two strikes against others. This is a business and whether it is legitimate is not known. My oldest sister and I went to the man, whose father has had his photos taken with Cambodia’s PM and present King on the wall in the house adjacent to the department. When entering, I stood looking at all the photos and documents glued onto the wall until I was called to sit down, as an appropriate invitation.

It’s noticed that it is a wealthy family, with kids playing around and nice furniture, but I am sure that it turns foreigners’ hair when they know people are dealing on passports. To me, I find it way too shocking as to why passports are being sold like pork or beef. Why don’t we just go to the right place (department) to make one and pay some money to make it a complete process?

I have been told for years that it wouldn’t be as easy as I said. A friend of mine assured that if I went directly to the place, I’d have to wait. The official can issue it later to push my pulse, so that I’d bribe. There are many countless stories that passports are hardly returned to owners after the making, because the officials wanted some money for it. Some people lose hope and trust over those officials, so they depend on the middlemen to proceed for them. That’s why those people can have a business to do, to earn some money. I think, if the passport making procedure were to be done corruption-less, Cambodians wouldn’t need to spend nearly 200 dollars like that. We would just spend around $50 or something just like Thais or Vietnamese.

My middleman helped my sister and me get through the procedure and we received a snarl from an official who announced my name on the mega-phone saying one of the items filled on the application was wrong or something. I went again to the middleman for help. After that, I came again and completed everything until I had to spend another 4 dollars for my passport photograph which was done in the blink of the eyes. If you have ever played a child’s game, you’d understand how I shifted from one table to the other swiflty, just to get my document checked. I spotted a woman who had to check my document. She was speaking on the phone and I overheard her saying about making a passport for someone. Oh, she was doing her business while she was working. Well, a good reason to make me wait until she finished.

It was not a pleasing experience at all to have my passport made in Cambodia. Of course, I had no other choices because I was born Cambodian. But of course I don’t like what’s happening here. Money talks all the time, work is not done properly because standard systems for anything are not set definitely. Hospitals, clinics, markets, schools, bridges, government departments or ministries and yes like this one are places that any form of corruption can take place. Maybe I sound too negative to say, but from top to bottom, corruption exists in a form that can be eliminated, but which takes the neo-generation to start a different action.

A slim chance to get a holiday

I can’t really complain about the fact that my holiday away from school is not exactly like one. The exam has just been over, and a new internship has to be confirmed as soon as possible, as part of the mandatory school task as announced. My study isn’t very bad, but the quality has dropped quite a bit. I stop having ample time to read what I like anymore. Every time I open my eyes to read my favourite and exciting books or novels, the eye-lids start to cover my eyeballs. That’s why I know I need to find something stimulating (like coffee/water) to have to keep myself awake, only to find out later in the morning, that I fell asleep the night before. Thanks God, the third year of my academic study was just over this week!!!

The long period of taking more tasks has somewhat changed my perspective about everything I do. Even the way I see blogging changes as well. I find it annoying or even irritating since reading now is much more crucial than blogging. Maybe my mind cheats me. It says I enjoy taking up more responsibilities but my heart does not. I want to be the same as before. I want to read, watch nice movies, and hang out with cool friends.

When I ponder over the past, I really miss out on some very important things like being with my family and friends. Due to my daily hectic schedule, as described, waking up in the morning, going to school, studying from morning till evening, writing stories or doing some other jobs and returning home late in the evening, I feel like living someone else’s life. At least, a good thing that can compensate that is I had a nice childhood as well (as I’ve tried to make myself believe) :D . My childhood wasn’t bad or perfect either. But as an adult (I call myself so), I am obliged to take up responsibilities such as paying bills, supporting family and yes, earning some money to pay the school fee. I presume this is fair enough.

Some friends at school call me ‘money-faced’ because I’d rather spend time working than being with them. I always wish I could join. 100% sure. However, I am not the same Kounila anymore. I am more responsible and accountable for my well-being and family’s. So to say, I have more than 2 or 3 jobs. The reason I have several jobs simply explains that if I want to buy something, I can’t depend on my parents anymore. My most beloved teacher, whereas, advises me not to be used by anyone who longs for me to do any job. I cried when she told me so. Did I miss much fun already? It is not something I should cry over; it’s not the spilt milk… it’s only a chance I miss. My boss persuades me to take up a few more days of work after told that my third year study is over and my new internship starts. But I was very hesitant.

My jobs:

+ a part-time job on Saturdays and Sundays and for another news organization
+ a freelancer at an international daily newspaper
+ a freelancing interpreter……..and any job that is related to communication and journalism…
I can’t trust myself anymore to have a holiday. Sounds gloomy??