GeorgeCooneyandMe

PART 1 They stood at the corner of a bustling street in the city of Phnom Penh, Cambodia and together watched the orange rays of dusky sunlight pierce holes in the mighty Mekong River. A gentle breeze was being held captive by a powerful and relentless humidity. The aroma of spicy street food reminded Ava that she had forgotten to eat dinner- again. The street hummed around them at brake neck speed, elephants, robe clad monks, taxis, motos and humans, most of them children, all occupying their space in time and tide.  “Ava look...” came Aiden’s voice, interrupting them from their collective trances. Within eyeshot a group of kids sat on a dusty footpath taking a break from their evening shift of book- selling. They propped and stacked their raggedy old books up in towering piles making a fort type structure with them. Complete with old rubbish bags, scraps of old tyres and bottle tops they were building another city perhaps, a safer one, one free from child labour, sex tourists and...