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ABOUT ME
- ANNA ZASTROW
- I am an actor, clown and teaching artist based in New York City. Loka Humana is the social outreach wing of my theater company Loka Maer, which consists of none other than myself at the moment. That is, I am Loka Humana. I have been clowning around since the day I was born my family would say, but artistically and professionally, one might say, I discovered clowning at Ecole Jacques Lecoq, where I studied all aspects of physical theater.
Relevant
Currently Nicholas Kristof of The NY Times is running a column concerning sex slavery in Cambodia, focusing on the girls who get rescued by Somaly Mom's organization -- which is exactly where I just was. To read his column, go to:
and the following:
Op-Ed Columnist - If This Isn’t Slavery, What Is? - NYTimes.com which tells the story of teenage girl, Long Pross, who had her eye gouged out by her brothel owner. I saw this girl when I was at Afesip’s clinic (where I had been put up). Her eye condition was much worse then. It was an incredible sight, and it was hard to look at her. Yet I was drawn to the sight of her eye, if only for my eyes to fully register that what they saw was true and real, and to somehow grasp what had happened to her. Still, I didn’t want to stigmatize her further by staring at her. She seemed in surprisingly good spirits considering what she had experienced. Of course, you can’t cry in despair constantly. I’m sure she was experiencing a moment of great relief being now in the hands of Afesip and not the brothel she came from.
Op-Ed Columnist - If This Isn’t Slavery, What Is? - NYTimes.com which tells the story of teenage girl, Long Pross, who had her eye gouged out by her brothel owner. I saw this girl when I was at Afesip’s clinic (where I had been put up). Her eye condition was much worse then. It was an incredible sight, and it was hard to look at her. Yet I was drawn to the sight of her eye, if only for my eyes to fully register that what they saw was true and real, and to somehow grasp what had happened to her. Still, I didn’t want to stigmatize her further by staring at her. She seemed in surprisingly good spirits considering what she had experienced. Of course, you can’t cry in despair constantly. I’m sure she was experiencing a moment of great relief being now in the hands of Afesip and not the brothel she came from.
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