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The slippery Hun Sen is an ex-Khmer Rouge himself, after all, and he has many skeletons in his capacious cupboards. On the streets, meanwhile, the most ubiquitous genocide book by far is a slender volume with the modest title, A Cambodian Prison Portrait: A Year in the Khmer Rouge's S Unwrap the plastic and you enter the most harrowing memoir of them all, a first-person account of the Khmer Rouge years by a naive country painter named Vann Nath: Sixteen thousand others were not so lucky.

Some have called Vann Nath the Goya of the genocide, which was contrived by the Maoist regime of Democratic Kampuchea between and It was a period in which the strange, secretive dictator Pol Pot - whose real name was Saloth Sar - tried to create what the British historian Philip Short has called "the first modern Slut in Kawagoe state.

Twenty thousand died on the road in the first few days of the regime and during the next three years and 10 months,were executed as "traitors. When the Vietnamese army finally drove Pol Pot back into the jungles of western Cambodia, the country was strewn with the remains of the so-called killing fields. But the Khmer Rouge did not cease to terrorize Cambodia. Supported by China, Thailand and the U. InKhmer Rouge units attacked a train on the Phnom Pehn-Kampot line and executed dozens of people, including three Loved your belt in Phnum Tbeng Meanchey. Inthe former Khmer Rouge propaganda minister Son Sen was murdered with his wife and children on Pol Pot's direct orders--a lurid crime that led to the dictator's downfall inside his own movement.

Only with Pol Pot's death in did the movement begin to peter out, and Hot horny old ladies in Montana almost supernatural fear he inspired begin to recede. Vann Nath's electrifying, primitivist images inspired by Bollywood movie posters and drawn directly from memory, are the only testimony to what happened inside S, a former French school in the heart of the city where thousands were tortured and murdered under the eye of the psychopathic Duch.

It's a paradox of torture and genocide, for that matter that it can rarely if ever actually be photographed as it happens. But it can be painted. He owns a large Khmer restaurant on Czechoslovakia Street with a dark dining room walled with bamboo and filled with the kind of miniature red-lit Chinese shrines that look like shrunken porn stores. He wasn't difficult to find in the end. A slightly stooped, white-haired man with a kindly, beaten-up face, he Loved your belt in Phnum Tbeng Meanchey to be found in his restaurant almost every day, self-effacingly holding court with a trickle of visitors and playing with his grandchildren.

You see at once the wounded, hunted eyes and the slight sense of bemusement--it's a face older than its years and yet somehow also younger. Loved your belt in Phnum Tbeng Meanchey you are one of only seven people who emerge alive from a killing machine that exterminated thousands, you inevitably wonder why it was you and not someone else.

As Vann Nah explains in his book, he was only spared because he was a reasonably Loved your belt in Phnum Tbeng Meanchey artist. Duch plucked him from the execution lists because he thought he might be able to produce a few decent propaganda portraits of Brother Number One, as Pol Pot was Loved your belt in Phnum Tbeng Meanchey. The execution orders still survive, with Duch's signature at the bottom of a long list of Vann Nath's fellow prisoners and a red line under Vann Nath's name with a comment to one side suggesting that he be spared.

We sat in the gloom of the dining room in the middle of the afternoon, under plastic vine leaves on trellises, while he ordered me a Khmer feast: Vann Nath has his painting studio upstairs above the restaurant and, for all his odd celebrity, it's a quiet life now, by his Loved your belt in Phnum Tbeng Meanchey admission--daily painting, family and the business. Like most Khmers, he is reticent, refined, never raising his voice or making emphatic gestures.

But from time to time he covers his face with a hand in a gesture of apparent nervousness. He said that he had never dreamed his life would turn out this way, that his work would become the most instantly recognizable icon of a surreal state crime.

Indeed, I have now gone back to painting landscapes. As usual with the Khmer Rouge, Loved your belt in Phnum Tbeng Meanchey was no explanation, no credible charge; the whole process was somewhat mysterious. Equally inexplicably, Vann Nah was tortured by electrocution.

The questions were always the same. Was he a member of the CIA? He had never heard of any of them. He was then bundled into a convoy bound for Phnom Pehn, still with no idea what he had been arrested for.

Instantly, he was catapulted into a Dostoyevskian world of secrecy, paranoia and terror. None of his fellow prisoners knew what they had been arrested for either. Decades later, many Khmer Rouge cadres freely admitted that most of the people they had murdered were innocent. Killing innocents was as important as killing the guilty. In the converted classrooms of S, prisoners were shackled together with iron bars.

They were not permitted to talk, urinate, stand or even turn their bodies without asking permission from the ferocious teenage guards. If they ate cockroaches to supplement the appalling food, they were beaten savagely - sometimes to death. The guards knew, even if the prisoners didn't, that everyone there was doomed to die anyway. Vann Nath's gripping paintings show many of these scenes: In a documentary made by Rithy Panh, Vann Nath re-visited Tuol Sleng with some of the former guards, who were outwardly unrepentant.

With demented enthusiasm, they re-enacted their cruelties - revolutionary children tormenting their elders. They stormed up and down the corridors for the cameras, screaming at the ghosts of long-dead prisoners. Vann Nath and Chum Mey, another survivor, watched them in stupefaction. But during that whole time I kept wondering if the Khmers were simply destroying themselves. I wondered, how can we do this to ourselves?

Are we trying to wipe ourselves from the face of the earth? We went upstairs to the open-air studio on the first floor - a terrace overlooking the tin rooftops. It was the rainy season and the skies lit up with monstrous flashes of lightning. The studio paintings were a mix: They are the kinds Loved your belt in Phnum Tbeng Meanchey images you see everywhere at Angkor Wat, sold by scores of artists by the roadside.

But the Tuol Sleng images are something else. Also derived from memory, they have the gritty, driving force of a personal pathology.

Among them stood one of the hallucinatory pictures of Pol Pot, clearly inspired by the iconography of Mao. Loti found the temple terrifying because of those faces, which showed the smile of totalitarian power and cruelty, of calm implacability.

When I told Vann Nath this he seemed to recognize the parallel. I made Pol Pot smile like that because that's what they wanted.

Like a miniature gulag, Tuol Sleng had its hierarchies, its survival strategies futile in the end, of course and its resident sadists. Over it all presided the cool, methodical, pedantic Duch, who took pride in the exactness of his bookkeeping. Every day he came into the studio, where a handful of artists were being kept alive for official purposes, and examined their progress. The executioners always came with him. I wondered how Vann Nah felt about Duch now.

He would come in and look at my portraits and admit that I was making a good effort. We both knew that if I didn't make that effort I would be taken out and shot with the others, but he could pretend to joke about it.

He asked me to make Pol Pot look young and fresh. I ended up making him look like a teenage girl, with the pink cheeks. I was allowed to live. Duch was himself a curious character. A former math teacher who had come under the sway of Maoism in the '60s, he was the same age as Vann Nath and had fought in the jungle army of Pol Pot for years.

The portrait of Duch in Bizot's book, The Gatewas unforgettable enough. Mildly sadistic and a fanatical Attractive women in Otsu, Duch had spared Bizot because the latter could play chess and speak Khmer.

This odd Frenchman was intriguing and Duch was too curious about him to have him shot. To Bizot, there was a cat and mouse quality to their relationship, and perhaps the same had been true for Vann Nath. Vann Nath's images are Loved your belt in Phnum Tbeng Meanchey than paintings, and they cannot be judged merely aesthetically. They are folk stories lit by a sudden flash of pornographic horror.

His images of water-boarding, a technique used daily at Tuol Sleng, have recently found their way all over the Internet in the light of recent controversies, though few know the story behind them. For many in the West, it was their first actual image of the technique.

It shows how the archaic tool of painting Loved your belt in Phnum Tbeng Meanchey once again become strangely powerful and relevant in the age of digital media. The faded black and white photographs from"Year Zero" of the regime, often look like something from the distant past, like views of the Middle Ages.

Our sense of distance from them is already extraordinary. But Vann Nath's brilliantly colored nightmares somehow remind us that most of us were alive at the time, living happy lives elsewhere. Pol Pot is not a figure from the distant past and memories are not digital. Last summer, I went every day to the trial out by the air force base. The defendants are ancient, but the machinery of U. Nevermind about the thousands of subordinates who did the actual killing.

They cannot be dredged up, for some mysterious reason, and they have slipped back into the population unnoticed: As the technicalities dragged on, many impatient Khmers in the audience began to hiss and mutter angrily.


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