Fishing is forbidden yet fish are down by the hundreds. In hiding, I catch one. Two days later, I take it to my mother. But she's already dead. So, I understood I would be alone. I picture our house again, our kitchen, the garden, the notebooks, my parents' faces. These pictures are not missing, they are inside me. We are determined to fulfill our 1977 political duty with an extraordinary grand leap forward. I have become one of these children at the work sites. Looking closely at this movement, one sees the fatigue, the falls, the gaunt faces. One sees the cruelty. One sees that some can no longer work, yet there is a camera. Here is the teacher, that's what we call her. She teaches us the spade and shovel, and ideology. Let us live in perfect equality! It's the children's revolt. Of course, each must count on no one else! But Khmer Rouge cadres eat better than us. They never go hungry. Where is the equality? So our leaders do their self-criticism.