Last night was my final night at the Amstutz residence. This afternoon I packed up all my stuff and headed across town to the new place. It is a new beginning after a great month and a half. I have come to think quite highly of Tim and Kathy and their family, and it was bittersweet to relinquish my plastic yellow cup and my seat at the dinner table. But new adventures lie ahead.

The day I arrived here in Cambodia, I posted a picture of the guest room at the Amstutz house, where I was to be staying. After I had taken the photo and I looked at it, something told me I had seen this photo before. It was weird. But then a week later or so I found a photo I had taken when I was here in January, at Tuol Sleng, the genocide museum. I should mention that my stay with the Amstutz family has been quite pleasant, and the laptop and backpack on my bed are not to be confused with the instruments of torture on the other one. Anyway, have a look at the similarities for yourself.