Home Land
Battambang/Cambodia
Initially what caught my eye was the contrast of fate between the well off woman in the comfort of the NGO (Non Government Organisation) aid vehicle, and the bare-footed mother and her son, in the street, who clearly had nothing. Intrigued, I watched as the pair wandered along the riverside, their belongings wrapped in a headscarf. They crossed the bridge and headed down the dusty road out of town before turning left into the centre for the homeless called 'Home Land'.
This, in a nutshell, is analogous to the NGO foreign aid situation in Cambodia, where some good people do much, but receive little, and others do very little, but receive much.
Initially what caught my eye was the contrast of fate between the well off woman in the comfort of the NGO (Non Government Organisation) aid vehicle, and the bare-footed mother and her son, in the street, who clearly had nothing. Intrigued, I watched as the pair wandered along the riverside, their belongings wrapped in a headscarf. They crossed the bridge and headed down the dusty road out of town before turning left into the centre for the homeless called 'Home Land'.
This, in a nutshell, is analogous to the NGO foreign aid situation in Cambodia, where some good people do much, but receive little, and others do very little, but receive much.
