I do not live in a place where hospitals run out of food, water, medicine, or bandages.
Such a concern does not figure into my everyday thoughts, even though I have seen enough of the world and read enough news to know better.
For those of you who do not know — and there are likely few who do not — a stampede in Phnom Penh, the capital of Cambodia, on Monday night left almost 400 people dead in what the Camobdian PM is calling the country’s worst tragedy since the mass killings under the Khmer Rouge. It is unknown what set off the mass panic and stampede, but it happened on a small footbridge across the Bassac River during the annual water festival, a joyous celebration that marks the end of the rainy season.
And for those of you who do not know — likely many more in this camp — my best friend has been living in Phnom Penh for the last month and a half, working at a legal advocacy and human rights not-for-profit NGO. She is fine. But she is seeing, in living color and graphic detail that most of us have not, what it means when calamity strikes a country where the runaway majority live on less than $2 a day. Hospitals, already overrun, cannot treat the injured and they are running out of supplies.
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