Originally Posted by
wasabi
Don't mind telling you the story Hick, I had just arrived in the family home after landing at the airport and the pick up truck drive . So I sit in the living room, reading the Bangkok Post newspaper, when every no glass window frame is filled by a Kambochiye FACE staring in at Me.
Four Cambodian men silently staring at Me, so I stopped reading the paper thinking this is a bit odd. So I called Mary from the Kitchen and asked " Why are these Cambodians fkn staring at Me?"
She whispered in My ear, " They look for dog, dog in bathroom "
Now I'm trying to make sense of this, our farm dog who never comes into the house is so bloody frightened that he's done the unthinkable and entered the house and is hiding in the bathroom.
Just then the neighbours teenage son barges in and goes and gets our dog and gives it to the Cambodians who slip him into a hessian sack, plonk sack on bicycle alongside rice wages sack and they wheel a silent live dog out of the village.
The dog never made a sound, my jaw dropped, I couldn't believe what I had just seen.
I couldn't speak the language and I'm a newbie in a strange land.