In 1993 I worked in Cambodia as a Dutch Marine. The region we were working was for years in the hands of the Khmer Rouge but now all the Cambodian refugees that had lived for years in Thailand where coming back.
On this picture you see the kids that lived in the village not far from where we stayed. There is nothing special about this picture and these kids, that is what so striking for me. Put them in newer cloth and in a western city and they blend in.
I realized that we all have a similar look at live when were that young, little worries, free time and play. When local reality starts to kick in, we, as kids, get slowly corrupted and turn into grownups. And you know what we do with this world.
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