written by Chakriya PHOU
I knew one person. He was motordub.
In Cambodia, we call person gives motor driving service motordub and people from abroad call motor taxi.
His name was Chung.
I usually called him when I - lazy to drive car - wanted to go somewhere.
One day, I called him to take me to my aunt's house.
He drove me.
I noticed he was unhappy. I could not bear and hurriedly asked him.
'I just came back from my hometown at countryside yesterday.' He replied me.
'I met with old people in my village. When I come back to Phnom Penh, I feel pity old people here.'
'I don't understand.'
'Well, you know.. old people in rural does not have expensive car, but they can walk far or ride bicycle even they are ages. Different from old people living in city. I see most of them have expensive car. But when they got off car, they cannot walk, they need people to carry them. And they are younger than old people in my village.'
'You are unhappy because of this?'
'Yes. I pity them. They live in fancy world, but actually they don't enjoy it.'
Well, I never noticed until he said it.
Me too. I was just about 30 years old, but I was like 60 years old. I often forgot. I often got confused. I often got sick, especially headache - and I was insomnia. My waists were ache, also my knees and my ankles.
I probably had money much more than people in rural, but what they got, health, was far away from my hand.
The motor reached my aunt's house. I got off and paid him.
When I was about to go in, my niece came out to hug me. I hugged her back and asked, 'Where is your grandma?'
'She is inside,' said my niece. 'She is sick.'
I hurriedly went in to see her.