Someth May distinctly remembers his mathematics tutor at a private school in Cambodia (now Kampuchea). He was a thin man with short gray hair who drove around town on a "rusty old sky-blue Mobylette." It made a terrible noise that his laughing students likened to a "tubercular cough." He always dressed simply, allowed no jokes and demanded punctuality, but he was a popular teacher who never punished his charges. At the end of each lesson, the mild man in sandals generally delivered a brief lament for the corruption of their society.
A little later, that society was annihilated. The tutor, Khieu...
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