T o a very dear friend, Mang Channo.
Channo, we know that you are just gone before us... We miss you solely and this
separation is a constant pain to us.
Here is our prayer for you,
- Celtic Blessing
Deep peace of the running wave to you
Deep pace of the flowing air to you
Deep peace of the quiet earth to you
Deep peace of the shining star to you
Deep peace of the Son of Peace to you.
- Ramaroy Dom.
Yours sincerely, Maire J. Myunt, Executive Secretary, World Food Programme, Phnom
(Maire Myunt writes that she became friends with Channo - a former reporter at
the Phnom Penh Post who died of illness on March 2 - before the arrival of UNTAC.
She writes: "In the days when we had a 9pm curfew, we were a kind of "Rat
Pack' - sharing short leisure hours after work, according to our whims and fancies.
"Our little group included Nepalese, Burmese, Filipino and Bangladeshi.
"One of us would fancy something, and Channo would helpfully comply - be it
a trip on the Mekong, a drive to Oudong, or hunting for souvenirs - just very tame