Stories from Cambodia
Part 1.
Phnom Penh. Shit... There will unlikely be anything that sticks from Phnom Penh. Maybe the ridiculously planned streets and the massive amount of monuments littering the boulevards, that are so frustratingly covered in such a lack of people I even find them hard to see myself. That was until the president of China passed on the way back from the convenient store. I'll definitely remember that caravan of black cars and polices.
I will miss the warmth thou. The kind of warmth that greets you with a slap in the face each time you leave the hotel room, on the first step outside that door from that cool, refreshing air. It's the kind of warmth that wakes you up in an ocean of your own sweat when the air-condition mysteriously stopped working in the middle of the night. It's the kind of warmth that never would dream of letting your skin feel dry and boring. All skin is glistening in this Phnom Penh.
It was raining today, twice to be precise. It was as sudden as a power cut and as short as the shorts all female westerners wear in this country. I was never any good with the units of measurements in physics class. It rained,all though, an intensive and vivid rain and I missed it unfortunately. I would love some rain right now. A rain that could clean our wounds and give us a fresh start.
Part 2.
On the forth floor of our hotel, through the maze of hallways and stairs that makes the Cretan Labyrinth feel like a walk in the park (both because of the amount of green I imagine that maze have, and the naturally provided sense of direction), lies our perfectly cool and refreshing room. At the end of my heavenly bed, with the red silken cover I'm seriously considering stealing, lies my backpack. In my backpack dwells the Guardian.
The Guardian was captured in the Chinese park of Tiantan, by the foot of the Temple of Heaven. He is a powerful creature, cunning and vicious. What treasures he protects are known to few, a true statement of his dedicated protection. He is the Magical Dragon of the Immortal Emperor, feared by all and defeated by none, tamed by one.
His wild, ruby-red body of scales starts with his magnificent jaws, covered in brilliant sharp teets like diamonds. Then his deep black eyes that never sleeps, like two portals in to the void. You could loose yourself with just a glance. A golden mane frames the beautiful face, starting off the long and sleek body that is beaming of so much power and magical force, that your fear will mix with an envy and headache your mind will find hard to explain. His claws can tare you apart.
He is defending my Bag of Mysteries and my Bag of Magical Powers, plus my dirty underwear and he, My Guardian, the Magical Dragon of the Immortal Emperor, will continue to do so until the end of times. His name is Herbert.
//Nisse
