The horrors of s21

Yesterday we went to the National museum. It had lots of ancient artefacts, but to Emma and I, it was pants! As we were walking through, we got very hot and sweaty, so Emma asked if we could sit down and watch a short film about the museum. I ended up getting very bored as it was in FRENCH!!
When we had finished  walking round, we went into the museum gardens. It had four ponds filled with thousands of fish. We looked around the ponds, and Emma spotted a small fish in the corner , surrounded  by water weeds, eating a tiny ball of fish food. My dad spotted some on a leaf , so Emma and I spent the next ten minutes finding fish food and feeding the fish.

After we had finished at the national museum , we went out for some lunch, and then got on a tuk tuk to take us to the s21 genocide museum which was a Khmer Rouge prison. At the gate there was an old man who was begging for money. His face had been burnt in some way, but he could still talk okay. We have been advised not to give any money to beggars as it makes them think its working so they keep doing it, and the people who live here think it rewards laziness. The s21 is a museum in the actual prison  where thousands of people were held and tortured, including 20,000 kids, during the time of Pol Pot! Some harmful objects had been brought down so nobody got hurt, such as barbed wire surrounding the buildings to stop the prisoners from escaping or committing suicide. The building used to be a high school before it was a prison,  and all the classrooms had been turned into cells. Tiny cells!

We went into one prison and it was filled with photos of the prisoners and profiles of some others. In each cell there was a photo of some dead bodies on the bed. The prisoners got shackled to the bed so they couldn't get out. If you fell off the bed, you couldn't get back on until you got tortured  and then got put back in your prison. Pol Pot wanted people to live equally so he made everyone move and live in fields even if they did not know how to farm. If you refused, then you were killed and so were all your family. They were communists. On the way back we saw a motorbike with loads of live chickens strapped to it and they were trying to lift their heads up. Further on, there was a motorbike with three pigs on with their guts hanging out. YUK!!!