At the turn of a road, Ban Lung, Cambodia
Dozens of people, from 4 to 84 years old, sitting in the middle of white piles : cassava roots.
Peeling, cutting, tidying the roots. Again and again.
Facing the strangers with an absolute benevolence. The faces are raddled, but open and full of light.
A man tells his story. His parents died during the Khmers Rouges regime.
An old woman. We will not know her story.
All the other people.
And this stunning sky.

Text by Fred.G