Cambodian Acrobatics
Built between the 9th and 13th centuries, the Angkor Wat complex is the world’s largest religious monument. It spans 400 square kilometers, an area the size of New York City’s 5 boroughs. It was the most extensive urban complex of the preindustrial world with a population of around 1 million people at a time when London had a mere 50,000. It is not clear what lead to the decline of this great civilization, though invading neighbors and drought are popular theories. Today, the complex lies in various states of gorgeous ruin, as the earth it was constructed from slowly reclaims it. Most of us have seen photos of Angkor Wat and are familiar with Cambodia because of the genocide that occurred during the late seventies. But as I traveled through small villages outside of Siem Reap and spoke with locals living in present day Cambodia it occurred to me we should be talking less about Cambodia’s past and more about their struggle for a secure and prosperous future.
While in Cambodia we had a driver named Viphop. A soft-spoken man with an ever-present smile his demeanor was more like that of a monk than a cab driver, calm and stoic. I immediately liked him. Over the course of seven days, he accompanied us to destinations on and off the beaten path in his 1995, silver, Toyota Camry. The car was beautifully maintained for being two decades old and Viphop was proud to be 3 years into the 4 year payment plan on the used vehicle. Viphop took us to secluded temples, a floating community and a stilt village of 1,000 people that one year prior had all but been washed away. He insisted we go to the Cambodian Circus; “This must not be missed,” he stated firmly. When we failed to get tickets the first day, he mentioned it again, then again the next day until we had tickets firmly in hand. I am grateful for his insistence, as the show was one of the most heartfelt performances I’ve ever seen…
The Cambodian Circus was co founded by eight Cambodian men and women who spent several years of their childhood in a Thai refugee camp. While in the camp they received art therapy to overcome trauma suffered during the Pol Pot regime. They returned to Cambodia in 1994 and opened a community center and school for the arts with the goal of rebuilding their village and helping others deal with the mental, social and economic scars left by the genocide. The product of the school and the massive amount of collective healing and passion it evoked was a world-renowned performance. This unique story-telling odyssey of acrobatics, contortionism and music conveys the tragedy, hope and optimism of Cambodia. It is stunning, engaging and emotional and it’s all done in a small plywood arena with a few wrestling mats, a dozen cardboard boxes and a couple of metal cylinders and poles. Imagine the artistry of Cirque Du Soleil performed in someone’s garage by 7 vibrant young people from circumstances unimaginable to most of us. Now seat yourself literally at the edge of the stage, with no rail or rope dividing you from the performers. So close you’re hit by beads of sweat and can hear the labored breathing of bodies hard at work. So near you feel like at any moment you’ll become part of the show yourself. Now imagine these talented young people towering 3 to 4 stories above you, having climbed no props other than each other’s shoulders, with no safety net and only a few thin mats and an audience of a couple hundred people to break their fall. This is the Cambodian Circus.
Back in the car, Viphop shares his thoughts and concerns on modern day Cambodia. During the Pol Pot regime, 25% of the population of Cambodia died from starvation, being forcibly worked to death or execution. Money was abolished, religion banned and health care eliminated. Anyone who was educated, wealthy, suspected of disloyalty, part of a minority group, etc…was considered “rotten” and “removed”. Doctors, lawyers, teachers, policemen, monks… We all know the story. But what I failed to ever consider is how you go about rebuilding a country when the majority of the remaining population is illiterate or undereducated and traumatized. It is a complex question with no simple answer. Viphop shared that after the war (the Khmer Rouge continued to wage war on Cambodia for 17 years after Pol Pot was deposed) monks (those not killed) were some of the few remaining citizens with knowledge and training enough to teach. So education began in the monestaries. But rebuilding a population with the depth and breadth of skills needed to support a functional economic, political and social ecosystem is a slow and onerous task. During this process, poverty and lack of basics services was ever present creating fertile soil for corruption. Twenty years later this corruption manifests itself in big and small ways. For example, while waiting in the lengthy customs line at the airport we were approached by a customs officer who asked if we’d like to use the “express line”. We looked around and didn’t see an express line so we assumed there was a misunderstanding. Five minutes later (and no further along in line) he approached and asked again. We finally realized what was happening and out of sheer curiosity said “sure”. He took our passports, marched us past a couple hundred other tourists and promptly got them stamped, skipping the finger printing process normally required. We then marched to a corner in the nearby baggage claim area and handed him the equivalent of 5 US dollars. A small bribe, but if the officer “helps” a handful of people from each flight during a day he’s a wealthy man by Cambodian standards.
Then there are greyer areas. Not so much corruption as people finding creative ways to survive or improve their circumstances. Two of Viphop’s grown children are teachers. When we asked about the current state of education in the country he shook his head sadly. “Education in Cambodia is free, but the uniforms, books, notepads and pencils are not. Many people cannot afford these simple items and therefore cannot send their children to school, or must make a choice to only send one” he explained. Upon further discussion we also learned that truancy was a problem in many villages and teachers, severely underpaid and overworked, sometimes take money from students to forget about the absenteeism upon speaking with parents. Now, class sizes can be 35-40 students with no teaching aide so one could argue that the absence of a few disengaged students may ultimately lead to improved education for the rest. Regardless of how you feel about it, it’s one small example of an array of tough choices faced by people across all professions trying to make the best of an extremely difficult situation.
I don’t want to leave the impression that Cambodia is all gloom and doom. People are incredibly warm and kind, tourism is on the rise as is nutrition. But a generation after tragedy struck it is still in an incredibly fragile state. Land rights, an equitable judicial system, access to education, guaranteed nutrition, are all big problems to solve. For me, this experience reinforced how short our attention spans can be. News comes at us so quickly from so many sources it’s easy to lose site of the fact that every horror we hear about leaves behind a trail of destruction, bestowed largely upon innocent people, that is difficult and slow to heal. But how do we stay engaged and become part of the solution when there seems to be a new and different crisis every time we turn on the news? This is a question I’m wrestling with and have no answer to. What I do believe is that the Cambodian Circus is a good analogy for the current state of the country. One misstep could lead to dire consequences….