She speaks Vietnamese while the rest of
the passengers and the driver speak Khmer. Luckily, I speak these two seemingly
confusing tongues. So caught in a rare scenario – in this squeezed in vehicle among
passengers whom I don’t even share the same heritages – and no matter, I’m
still an outsider.
I was sitting in the middle of people of diverse languages, and if not for the
courage, don’t think would be able to make things easier although an awkward
sign language could have been an option. It was a privilege to interpret words
when no one’s around to do so.
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