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Photo presentation and benefit event!
Fantastic photos! Inspiring stories! Exciting entertainment!
On Thursday, August 27th from 7-10 pm, there will be a Photo Presentation of my work in Thailand and Cambodia. Come be amazed and inspired! Video too! The photos you see here on this blog are only some of the extraordinary images from my encounters with the children in Cambodia and Thailand.
And it's a party to benefit upcoming projects. Groove to Cambodian pop music! Enjoy fun(ny) entertainment. Eat, drink, mingle and be merry.
When: Thursday, August 27, 2009
7-10 pm
Where: Center for Remembering & Sharing
123 Fourth Avenue (at 13th St.), New York City
Nearest trains -- 4/5/6 or N/R/Q/W or the L to Union Square
Tickets: $10-$30 sliding scale donation at the door
In association with Clowns Without Borders. Photos will also be shown from CWB's recent expedition to Haiti!
Hope you can come!
On Thursday, August 27th from 7-10 pm, there will be a Photo Presentation of my work in Thailand and Cambodia. Come be amazed and inspired! Video too! The photos you see here on this blog are only some of the extraordinary images from my encounters with the children in Cambodia and Thailand.
And it's a party to benefit upcoming projects. Groove to Cambodian pop music! Enjoy fun(ny) entertainment. Eat, drink, mingle and be merry.
When: Thursday, August 27, 2009
7-10 pm
Where: Center for Remembering & Sharing
123 Fourth Avenue (at 13th St.), New York City
Nearest trains -- 4/5/6 or N/R/Q/W or the L to Union Square
Tickets: $10-$30 sliding scale donation at the door
In association with Clowns Without Borders. Photos will also be shown from CWB's recent expedition to Haiti!
Hope you can come!
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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.