Cambodia was still an unusual destination in 1996, but after looking at photos of Angkor for such a long time, I finally decided it was time to go. There was an uneasy quietness, but after dark you should be home. During the day I was one of the few visitors and I went around to watch the grandeur of this once powerful city. Children were playing and frolicking around and an old men was playing a Cambodian violin while some kids were practicing the famous apsara dancing. I wondered how he managed to survive the horrors of the Kmer Rouge... In that sense Cambodia was an emotional roller coaster: beautiful, amazing culture, versus the genocide that took place and that was still visible in so many eyes.