The unfortunate victim of extortion for a crime that he did not commit has been working at this pool.
The 18-year-old pool attendant at my gym is gawky, gangly and unusually skinny. No taller than my chin, he has kind of a goofy smile that always accompanies his dependably friendly greeting when we run into each other at the facility.
His was only one of two recent incidents that are symptomatic of rampant injustice in Cambodia.
I got to know the young man — call him Chan — when his job was to clean the equipment on one of the gym’s floors I visit. I since have seen him frequently when he stands outside the glass doors at the entrance of the pool, where he has been assigned for more than a year.
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