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Byline: Julie Masis

On the trail of S-22

On the trail of S-22

No visitor could possibly leave Phnom Penh without having at least heard about S-21, aka Tuol Sleng Genocide Museum, one of the country’s most famous historical landmarks and tourist destinations. S-22, however, is shrouded by a shady history, which continues to conceal it from the collective consciousness.

Everyone knows S-21, or the Tuol Sleng Genocide Museum, the Khmer Rouge prison and one of the most famous tourist attractions in Cambodia. But not many people have heard of S-22.

Yet, a place with a code name S-22 is included in the list of crime sites in the Khmer Rouge Tribunal’s case 003. Case 003, which is opposed by the Cambodian government, brings charges against a Khmer Rouge navy chief and an air force chief, who is now deceased. According to documents from the tribunal, around 300 prisoners were held at S-22.

“Some prisoners were identified as having committed ‘light offense[s]’ whilst others were implicated as having a connection in the ‘enemy string.’ The prisoners were provided only one meal a day,” the documents state. “Their ankles were shackled and they were made to work digging earth and clearing grass within the compound. They were also made to do work outside the compound, building a dam and dike, along with rice farming.”

The prison was operated by the Division 502 of the Revolutionary Army of Kampuchea, and the people imprisoned inside were also members of Division 502.

But what was the significance of this prison, which seems relatively small compared with Tuol Sleng, where an estimated 17,000 were murdered? And where exactly was S-22 located?

According to Lars Olsen, the spokesman for the Khmer Rouge Tribunal, S-22 is in the Meanchey district of Phnom Penh. However, the prison’s address has not been made public.

It was Robert Petit, the Canadian co-prosecutor who resigned from the tribunal in 2009, who asked for S-22 to be included in the list of crime sites in case 003. But Petit, who is currently employed by Justice Canada, said he is not in a position to answer questions from the media.

Meanwhile, Youk Chhang, the director of the Documentation Centre of Cambodia, a depository currently holding the largest number of documents from the Khmer Rouge era, says that S-22 was the old psychiatric hospital in Ta Khmao, the capital of Kandal Province about 30 minutes outside of Phnom Penh.

During his trial at the tribunal, the former director of the Tuol Sleng Prison, Kaing Guek Eav (better known by his alias “Duch”), also referred to S-22 as a psychiatric hospital in Ta Khmao. When questioned about what happened to the mentally ill patients there during Pol Pot’s time, Duch told the court they were probably killed.

“I am not clear, but I would like to give you my analysis in comparison to those who get leprosy. In Sector 15, those leprosy people were smashed, ordered smashed, and the upper echelon ordered to smash all those who get leprosy,” Duch told the court in April of 2009. “I’m more than 15 percent [sure] that all the patients at the psychiatric hospital were smashed.”

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The psychiatric hospital

The psychiatric hospital in Ta Khmao was the only psychiatric hospital that Cambodia ever had. Once known as the Prek Thnaot Psychiatric Hospital and later as the Sok Mam Hospital, it housed mentally ill patients from 1955 until 1975.

There was a ward for patients with tuberculosis and a building for (possibly mentally ill) monks. It was a hospital, but in some ways it was similar to a prison because the patients weren’t allowed to leave. The windows had bars on them and, as one of the local residents remembers, the guards would beat the patients if they tried to escape.

Today, the old psychiatric hospital in Ta Khmao still treats patients, but it’s no longer a psychiatric facility – although there is a day clinic for children and teenagers with mental health problems. The compound is now known as the Chey Chumneas Referral Hospital.

On a Sunday afternoon, it is a peaceful place with rows of coconut trees and children running around on a playground. There is a man-made pond that looks like a swimming pool from a distance. Ducks stroll through the hospital grounds. The walls of the paediatric ward are painted with cheerful images of an ant riding on a motorcycle and a dinosaur saying hello to a rabbit. The busiest ward is the one where women give birth, judging from the pile of shoes near the door.

Yet, look closer and you might notice some remnants of a dark past. The windows of the older buildings have bars on them, starkly resembling those at Tuol Sleng. The hospital rooms are fitted with padlocks, which can be locked from the outside. Indeed, one of the rooms at the end of the paediatric ward is still used as a prison cell. Ill inmates from the Ta Khmao prison stay here, says the prison guard who sleeps in a hammock outside.

According to Pheng Pong-Rasy, who wrote a report about the Khmer Rouge prison at the hospital for the Documentation Centre of Cambodia, five years ago you could still see the shackles in some of the hospital’s offices, and holes in the wall which were used for the prisoners to urinate. The coconut trees – about 130 of them – were planted by the Khmer Rouge on top of mass graves.

“Those coconut trees were not there during Sihanouk and Lon Nol regimes,” Rasy reports, based on interviews with survivors. “The Khmer Rouge would plant coconut trees on the spots where they buried the bodies in the belief that the corpses would become a good fertiliser… Currently, all the coconut trees grow surprisingly well.”

The Khmer Rouge converted the hospital to a prison for air force soldiers who did something wrong, Rasy says. For instance, one man was taken away for having sex with a woman in his unit.

Unlike Tuol Sleng, there are no written records, photographs or confessions at S-22, so the only way to know what happened is to gather the memories of survivors – or perpetrators.

There is also no memorial here and no human skulls on display as there are in S-21. The reason there is no memorial, according to Rasy, is because comparatively few people were executed here: “only hundreds, not thousands.”

 

The memories

SickPrisoners_B&WOn a recent afternoon, information gathered from interviews with locals in the area pointed to the home of 92-year-old So Rein, whose children sell bread near the hospital.

Rein, who was born and raised in Ta Khmao, says he worked as a night guard at the hospital soon after it reopened in 1979.

“I saw shackles and blood… At night, the smell was bad inside the buildings from the blood of the people, and I couldn’t sleep well because of the smell,” he says. “I felt bad because of the smell of blood, so I’d get up and smoke a cigarette. When the rain came, the smell would get really bad.”

Rein (whose job also included cremating the bodies after patients died in the hospital if their families didn’t claim them) says he heard that the Khmer Rouge took some of the psychiatric hospital’s patients in cars to Pich Nil waterfall on Route 4, where they were executed. Afterwards, the hospital was cleaned and converted to a prison.

Upon being asked whether he witnessed the execution of the patients, Rein says that he only heard about it from his friends.

Rasy heard a different story from Daok Sok-Kai, a former hospital worker who pretended to be mentally ill to survive the ordeal. Some of the psychiatric patients at the hospital were killed because the Khmer Rouge mistook them for Lon Nol soldiers, Sok-Kai told him.

“The Lon Nol soldiers dropped their uniforms [when they realised they lost the war]. The people in the hospital didn’t know [any better], so they put on the clothes,” recounts Rasy. “When the Khmer Rouge saw this, they brought them to be killed [because they mistook them for real soldiers].”

Another longtime hospital employee, Say Penh, who began working at the Chey Chumneas Referral Hospital in 1979, told Rasy that the prison was used to detain handicapped people who used to be high-ranking officers, and that they were forced to dig three wells into which the bodies of Khmer Rouge victims were thrown.

Conflicting information

While the Documentation Centre of Cambodia insists that S-22 is the old psychiatric hospital in Ta Khmao, and Duch said the same during his testimony on April 27, 2009, by June 24 of that year the code numbers in his memory switched places. As a result, at the end of June 2009, he stated that S-22 was a fruit farm “somewhere in Ta Khmao,” while the psychiatric hospital was known as S-23, according to court transcripts. S-24 was the Prey Sar prison, he told the court.

Meanwhile, Cambodia Daily newspaper, in an article dated May 10, 2011, refers to S-22 as “an air force detention centre in Phnom Penh’s Toek La’ak area,” which was under the direction of Khmer Rouge air force commander Sou Met (a suspect in case 003, who has since passed away).

So, was S-22 the old psychiatric hospital, a fruit farm, or an air force detention centre? Was the air force detention centre on the campus of the former psychiatric hospital? Was S-22 in Ta Khmao or in Phnom Penh?

Tribunal spokesman Olsen continues to assert that he doesn’t have the authorisation to clarify the confusion.

But perhaps the answer doesn’t matter. Whether the Khmer Rouge prison at the psychiatric hospital in Ta Khmao carried the code name S-22 or S-23, it doesn’t change what happened there.

Julie Masis organises visits to the Khmer Rouge tribunal. For more information, email her at greenelephant888@nullgmail.com

Posted on April 9, 2015April 9, 2015Categories FeaturesLeave a comment on On the trail of S-22
Fear and cooking in Cambodia

Fear and cooking in Cambodia

If you meet one of those tourists who complains that there is nothing to do in Phnom Penh, one thing you can suggest is an insect cooking class.

The class, taught on the other side of the Monivong Bridge, gives visitors a chance to fry four types of crickets, silk worm larvae, and black water beetles. At the end of class, the cooks are encouraged to sample the dishes: that’s why the course is called “Fear Factor Challenge.”

“Some people just go there to take a look, but they say, ‘How can I eat that one?’ That’s why we came up with the name Fear Factor Challenge,” says Vann Kimlay, the Cambodia-based programme manager of Backstreet Academy, a Singaporean social enterprise that offers some unusual tourist activities in the city.

According to Kimlay, Backstreet Academy was launched here a year ago and also has classes on Khmer boxing, coconut carving, shadow puppets, and paper masks. Fruit carving classes are being planned.

It turns out that cooking bugs is easy because they don’t try to crawl or fly out of the frying pan. To start with, the crickets are already dead from being held in a bag of ice, while the larvae and black beetles are pre-boiled. The crickets are mixed with salt, sugar, MSG, and rice flour, deep fried in hot oil with garlic, and served with chili and green onion. The important thing is to keep stirring so that they don’t stick to the pan. The larvae are fried with chili and green onion, while the black beetles are deep fried.

Then comes the most challenging part: eating. On a Sunday afternoon, insect cooking student Cynthia Luna, 71, has to close her eyes as the translator drops a black beetle into her mouth.

“Oh God, I actually ate a roach!” she exclaims. “Don’t kill them – eat them!”

According to Luna, from Puerto Rica, the larvae taste like corn tortillas, the beetles are like Vietnamese salty crab, and the crickets remind her of garlic shrimp.

The crickets are the easiest ones to eat. Just scoop a handful into your hand and drop them into your mouth.  Or you can tear the legs off first so they don’t get stuck in your mouth. Interestingly, female crickets taste differently from the male ones because they have eggs inside. To tell the difference, says course instructor Prech Vannet, look at their wings. Females have smooth wings, while the males’ wings are more wrinkly-looking.

“Normally, the female tastes better,” Vannet says, as he handpicks some female bugs for the foreigners.

Larvae are also soft inside, but it’s hard to escape the thought that they are worms in the making. Black beetles aren’t much better. After trying one, the foreigners don’t reach for seconds. According to Vannet, beetles are a popular snack with beer, so it’s best to keep some nearby to wash them down.

Vannet went into the insect trade after being a monk for 15 years. Nowadays, he claims he can make about $50 per day. The most popular snack is cricket, he says. They sell for $1 a cup.

“With this job, it’s easy to earn an income,” he says.

Vannet doesn’t catch the bugs himself, but buys them from middlemen. Each type of insect comes from a different province, he says.

According to Kimlay, most of the crickets are raised on farms, although some are collected by shining a bright light in the night. The crickets fly toward the light and die – although this method is dangerous because the light also attracts worms and poisonous snakes.

Although the practice of eating insects existed in Cambodia before the Civil War, it became more important during the Khmer Rouge period because there wasn’t enough food, Kimlay explains.

At the end of class, after cooking some bugs the Cambodian way, Luna buys an egg and makes a cricket omelette.

“I make omelettes with everything,” she says.

It was pretty good – if you didn’t look too closely.

The Backstreet Academy insect cooking class costs $18. Visit www.backstreetacademy.com for more information.

Posted on March 27, 2015March 18, 2015Categories UncategorizedLeave a comment on Fear and cooking in Cambodia
Digital soothsayers: A new breed of entrepreneur pushes fortune telling into the electronic age

Digital soothsayers: A new breed of entrepreneur pushes fortune telling into the electronic age

Laptops. Smartphones. A crowded air-conditioned office. Young men gather around to look at a Cambodian game that one of them probably created: cows vs. tigers. Then their interest switches to a 3D image of a witch that pops out of a photograph when they take a picture using a new app. This is the office of the JC IT Company in Phnom Penh, a Japan-Cambodia enterprise that focuses mostly on developing apps for clients in Japan. No one here seems to take fortunetelling seriously.

“No, I don’t believe [in daily horoscopes],” admits web developer Loch Khemarin. “I just believe that every day is a good day.”

But it was here that Cambodian programmers created the Daily Fortune app, which makes predictions about each day of a person’s life based on his or her Chinese year sign. Just two weeks after it was released for iPhone on December 31 2014, the app has been downloaded more than 4,000 times, according to data from the company. More than 2,000 android users also installed Daily Fortune on their phones.

“It’s a hit because it’s growing very fast. Four thousand in two weeks is not normal,” Khemarin says. “Some people believe [in it], or maybe [they want] some encouragement from good fortune [to] feel better, but sometimes they just want to play.”

There are now at least eight Cambodian fortunetelling and horoscope apps in Apple’s store. All the apps are free, and some, such as Khmer Horoscope and Fortune Teller Khmer, appear in the list of the top local apps.

The app that the JC IT Company developed features bright colors, stars and large pictures of animals from the Chinese zodiac. Today, for instance, if you happen to have been born in the year of the rooster, the app advises that you need to work harder and avoid conflicts with others.

Khemarin says that the predictions are authentic because his company purchases them daily from a real fortuneteller. He does not reveal the name of the fortuneteller, however, explaining that only his boss, not currently in the office, knows his name.

Khemarin admits his parents believe in fortunetelling more than he does. For instance, his father has told him about a handwritten book in his village in Kampong Cham Province. He says the magic book, which has been copied from 19th Century manuscripts, can make predictions about a person’s life based on his or her name and date of birth.

If someone could photocopy this book, maybe they could use it to make another fortunetelling app, helping ancient fortunes to skip right over the printing press into the digital age.

In any case, the JC IT company is currently planning to make another fortunetelling game that will include lucky colours, lucky items, love and career advice, and will be available in Japanese and English in addition to Khmer.

The lucky SIM card app

Not all Cambodian fortunetelling apps were created by companies. Sok Ratha, a self-taught 34-year-old programmer, made some on his own.

“In 2012 I saw that there is a market for apps because at that time people started using smartphones, but there were not many apps for Cambodian people,” he says. “Then I started learning [how to make apps] by myself.”

The first app he made is called SIM FengShui. It tells you if a new telephone number will be a lucky number for you. Just plug a potential phone number into the app and read the prediction.

“For businessmen, they believe the number is very important for them,” Ratha says. “In the phone shops, they also have a way to calculate if your number is good or bad, so I turned it into an app.”

As for himself, the developer says he believes in fortunetelling 50/50: “You can’t depend on faith. You have to depend on yourself. Just like if you want something, you cannot just sit at home and wait for it to come to you,” he says. “But sometimes, even if you try, you cannot get that thing. It’s 50/50.”

The Palm Tree Leaves app

palm tree leave captureAnother app Ratha made is based on the custom of Khmer palm leaf reading. The way it works traditionally, he explains, is as follows: when you go to a pagoda, there is a stack of palm leaves with stories from the Buddha’s life and the lives of Khmer kings written on them. You place a stack of palm leaves on your head and put a stick into the middle. Then you read the palm leaf that the stick touched and the monks interpret its meaning for you.

To make this app, Ratha copied the text from the palm leaves at the Banon Pagoda in Battambang province. He didn’t explain to the middle-aged monk, who didn’t even own a smartphone, why he needed the palm leaves.

“I just told him I need it for my own work,” Ratha says.

The ChakKumPy (“Ancient Khmer Palm Leaves Reading”) app works by generating a random number and then the text from a palm leaf that corresponds to it. On a recent test run, for example, the app read, “The ship of Preah Chonok was smashed in the sea and was saved by an angel. Later on, his father gave him the throne. Prediction: This is very good indeed. You will get the support from others if you meet any difficulties.”

More than 150,000 people downloaded the app, according to Ratha’s data. One of these users is 22-year-old Yem Rathana, a university graduate and mother of a nine-month-old baby. Rathana has already heard some memorable predictions from human fortunetellers. When she was getting married, she says, she was told that her marriage would be unlucky unless it took place on a Friday (she followed the advice). And, the fortuneteller warned, either she or her husband would die if her first baby was female (luckily, she had a baby boy).

Unlike a human fortuneteller, however, the app costs nothing and is easy to use. She usually checks it when she wakes up from a dream about a ghost or a car accident, she says.

“I was just looking in the App Store and I found it,” she says. “I don’t use it every day, just when I feel horrible or I feel sad or unhappy, then I go and see. It makes me feel better.”

The luckiest wedding day

One tool that no one in Cambodia has made so far is an app to consult couples on the best day to get married. To find this special date, Cambodians must still seek the advice of a monk.

“I want to make it, but we don’t have the source. I don’t know how they [the monks] learn to calculate it,” Ratha says. “We have to have a reliable source. Otherwise, people will complain that we just make a random prediction. You can’t just cheat people like that. Trust is very important in this kind of business.”

Human fortunetellers vs. free apps

So do human fortunetellers worry about losing their business to the free apps? So far, no.

Chanthou, a fortuneteller on Riverside who charges about $1.50 for her services, says the app can’t be true because it can’t connect with the spirit. On a recent evening, she accurately told a girl that she had had an abortion and advised her to make more offerings to the ancestors if she wanted to keep a happy marriage.

Nearby, a 77-year-old fortuneteller, Sor Phean, also expresses doubts about the apps. He says seeing a person’s face helps him to make accurate predictions. Sor Phean, who has 30 years of experience looking into other people’s futures, says he wants to buy a mobile phone but can’t afford one. So rather than talking about the apps, with which he isn’t familiar, he prefers to tell a journalist about her future.

“You will get married next year,” he says. “If someone asks you to get married after Khmer New Year, you should say yes.”

While most Cambodian fortunetelling apps are only in Khmer, some have been translated to English. Search the Apple App Store for Fortune Teller EN, Chak Kum Py, and Lucky Number to check them out.

Posted on February 5, 2015February 6, 2015Categories FeaturesLeave a comment on Digital soothsayers: A new breed of entrepreneur pushes fortune telling into the electronic age
A fine line

A fine line

“Every time I catch cockroaches on the street, people stop to watch me and ask what I’m doing. I tell them that I sell them for $10 a kilo – and that there is one special restaurant in Phnom Penh that buys them,” says Phok Dorn, a 27-year-old fisherman who recently started a fishing tour business here.

Dorn is joking, as he adds with a mischievous smile: “And they believe me! They want to know where this restaurant is!”

Luckily, he doesn’t sell the sewer-dwelling insects to local eateries, but uses them as bait for fishing. Armed with a flashlight and an empty Coca-Cola bottle (with holes cut into it so that the roaches don’t suffocate until the next day’s fishing trip) in his left hand and a plastic glove on his right, it doesn’t take him more than a half hour to gather 20 or 30 critters on the dark street outside his house.

That’s enough cockroaches to supply the 15 expats Dorn brings on his weekend fishing trips. The idea for the trip started with a blog. The more Dorn wrote about his fish-related experiences online – such as the times when he found a secret message in a bottle and saved a homeless turtle from someone’s dinner plate – the more he heard from friends who wanted to come along on his fishing adventures. So why not start a fishing tour business? When the first customer called, Dorn was so excited he couldn’t eat his lunch.

From a family of 10 children in one of the poorest parts of Cambodia, Dorn taught himself to fish when he was seven years old – after making his own fishing rods from bamboo – because he didn’t like eating plain rice with salt for dinner. Nowadays he is busy learning other things – like how to say ‘piranha’ in English and memorising interesting facts from the Phnom Penh Wikipedia page, which he has printed out for reference.

Dorn’s fishing tour starts with a brief introduction to the Mekong River, with stories about the city’s recent history and a photo stop near the house that looks like it’s about to fall into the river. The tour concludes at sunset with a Cambodian meal of grilled fish (purchased the night before at the local market) with green mango salad and pepper sauce – all of which Dorn makes himself.

When he isn’t catching cockroaches, watching fishing shows on the Discovery Channel or blogging, he might be busy hunting frogs and crab or digging for earthworms. Or he might be travelling around Cambodia, with a single purpose in mind – to find that secret river containing the most fish.

The tour, which includes dinner and drinks, costs $14 for adults and $7 for children. The optional cockroach hunt, the night before the fishing trip, is $1 per person. Find out more at fishinginphnompenh.wordpress.com and facebook.com/fishingboattours or contact Dorn at fishingboattrip@nullyahoo.com.

WHO: Aspiring anglers
WHAT: Fishing tours
WHERE: The Tonle Sap
WHEN: 3:30pm – 6:30pm every Saturday and Sunday
WHY: ‘The gods do not deduct from man’s allotted span the hours spent in fishing.’ – Babylonian proverb

Posted on June 28, 2013July 11, 2013Categories FeaturesLeave a comment on A fine line
A fine line

A fine line

“Every time I catch cockroaches on the street, people stop to watch me and ask what I’m doing. I tell them that I sell them for $10 a kilo – and that there is one special restaurant in Phnom Penh that buys them.” Phok Dorn, a 27-year-old fisherman who recently started a fishing tour business here, is joking. “And they believe me! They want to know where this restaurant is!”

Luckily, he doesn’t sell the sewer-dwelling insects to local eateries, but uses them as bait for fishing. Armed with a flashlight and an empty Coca-Cola bottle (with holes cut into it so that the roaches don’t suffocate until the next day’s fishing trip) in his left hand and a plastic glove on his right, it doesn’t take him more than a half hour to gather 20 or 30 critters on the dark street outside his house.

That’s enough cockroaches to supply the 15 expats Dorn brings on his weekend fishing trips. The idea for the trip started with a blog. The more Dorn wrote about his fish-related experiences online – such as the times when he found a secret message in a bottle and saved a homeless turtle from someone’s dinner plate – the more he heard from friends who wanted to come along on his fishing adventures. So why not start a fishing tour business? When the first customer called, Dorn was so excited he couldn’t eat his lunch.

From a family of 10 children in one of the poorest parts of Cambodia, Dorn taught himself to fish when he was seven years old – after making his own fishing rods from bamboo – because he didn’t like eating plain rice with salt for dinner. Nowadays he is busy learning other things, like how to say ‘piranha’ in English and memorising interesting facts from the Phnom Penh Wikipedia page, which he has printed out for reference.

Dorn’s fishing tour starts with a brief introduction to the Mekong River, with stories about the city’s recent history and a photo stop near the house that looks like it’s about to fall into the river. The tour concludes at sunset with a Cambodian meal of grilled fish (purchased the night before at the local market) with green mango salad and pepper sauce – all of which Dorn makes himself.

When he isn’t catching cockroaches, watching fishing shows on the Discovery Channel or blogging, he might be busy hunting frogs and crab or digging for earthworms. Or he might be travelling around Cambodia, with a single purpose in mind: to find that secret river with the most fish.

The tour, which includes dinner and drinks, costs $14 for adults and $7 for children. The optional cockroach hunt, the night before the fishing trip, is $1 per person. Find out more at fishinginphnompenh.wordpress.com and facebook.com/fishingboattours or contact Dorn at fishingboattrip@nullyahoo.com.

WHO:Aspiring anglers
WHAT: Fishing tours
WHERE: The Tonle Sap
WHEN: 3:30pm – 6:30pm every Saturday and Sunday
WHY: ‘The gods do not deduct from man’s allotted span the hours spent in fishing.’  – Babylonian proverb

Posted on May 22, 2013November 18, 2013Categories UncategorizedLeave a comment on A fine line
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