A man buys a lottery ticket at a small store in Cambodia. Ten years ago, he could have bought a human being there.
The faces in the photographs on the front page of the newspaper startled me. They were laid out in rows. The first photo in the series was invariably of a young girl, maybe with a mischievous smile or a rebellious glare, but with a decided look of innocence. By the end of the series, that same face was battered, bloated and bruised.