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A Fit of Laughter Excerpts: During a month-long sojourn in Southeast Asia last May, I spent many an afternoon meandering through the maze-like corridors in and around Cambodia’s temples. Outside one temple in a rural village on a particularly hot afternoon, I met several children. Their durable brown bodies seemed accustomed to the sun and heat, while mine dripped profusely. My Mexican roots seemed to have taken a siesta and did not come to my defense against the relentless sun. A teacher at heart as well as by profession, I had with me several used English books, which I planned to leave in village schools at the request of friends who had worked as volunteer teachers in Cambodia.One of the children I met on that sticky, sunny afternoon was particularly inquisitive when he saw the books . . .
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