K ONG Vaung, 31, (above) had just come to the big smoke of Phnom Penh from his home
province of Prey Veng to earn a bit of cash. He is not into politics, BLDP or whomever.
He took his friend to Son Sann's headquarters on Saturday night, parked his bike
outside the front gate and as he was going inside, the grenade exploded. "I
have no idea why this happened... I have no idea who did it," he said from his
hospital bed, where his light wounds were being dressed. It was Vaung's motorbike
that took the brunt of the blast and may have helped explain, according to one of
Son Sann's guards, why no-one in the pack of people by the entrance was killed.