A Deadly Cambodian Crime Spree
on Oly's Cambodia Blog (Cambodia), 06/Aug/2011 15:49, 34 days ago
I was shocked– horrified – baffled – on my arrival at the hospital this morning.Unbelievably, we seemed to have been attacked by vandals.It was not a pretty sight.Fires still smoldered around the flagpole, and the shop under the tamarind tree, the social centre of the hospital, had not only been destroyed, but virtually all evidence of its existence removed.Touring the wards there was more damage:one of our alcohol dispensers at the entrance to obstetrics had disappeared, blue dye had been daubed around the lab, and the bins outside paediatrics had been upturned and the contents strewn everywhere.It was not a pretty sight.Worse still was the scene in the new xray room, only open a few weeks as part of our state of the art surgery unit.Someone had taken to the walls with black paint, daubing every surface possible, including the shiny new sink and once-sparkling white tiles.It was a scene of devastation, and my heart sank.Perhaps worst of all, the staff appeared to have been scared away by the attack, with no more than half a dozen to be found in the entire hospital.What a disaster!This crime spree was all the more shocking as I don’t considerCambodiato have much of a problem with vandalism, or any other criminal activity.Although, of course, there has been one almighty crime here, which dwarfs even hospital vandalism:the Khmer Rouge regime committed unspeakable atrocities during their reign of terror from 1975-1979, and it is only this year that the first person was held criminally responsible for their part in it (that was Comrade Duch, who led the infamous S21 prison and torture centre).Four more senior leaders are just beginning their defence in front of the snappily-titled 'Extraordinary Chambers in the Courts of Cambodia for the Prosecution of Crimes Committed during the Period of Democratic Kampuchea'.As it happens, I had just finished reading the latest of Shamini Flint’s southeast Asia-based crime novels, and this one is set inCambodia, against these trials.Flint’s tale takes this backdrop to showcase her likeable detective, the portly, white-sneaker wearing, chain-smoking, curry and beer loving Inspector Singh.There are some telling descriptions ofCambodia, and a plot which skips along nicely despite the dark background.Singh struggles to understand or work with hisCambodiacounterpart, Colonel Menhay– a difficult relationship which echoes many of the joys and frustrations I have felt in working in this beautiful, beguiling country.Thinking of such frustrations reminided me of the crime spree at my hospital - it was time to start some detective work of my own.After gently interrogating a couple of nurses it appeared that the staff weren’t scared of a ferocious felon as much as taking a ‘well-earned break’’ whilst the Director was at a training day.In the absence of the normal handyman, a random bloke from the pharmacy had decided to try his hand with the petrol strimmer, burning his mini-mountains of clippings and plastic bags, and starting various grass fires around the flagpole.He had also, he explained proudly, seen off the wild dogs who had been upsetting the bins.The blue stains also turned out to be staff-inflicted - apparently something to do with malaria testing (my Khmer language didn’t get me any further than that),Then the man who used to run the shop appeared, looking decidedly unhappy.It transpired he had been made to leave, but by the hospital rather than any vicious vandal.It seemed this was‘because of the new surgery ward’ – I think as he used the previous building to store his goods and to sleep in when his shop flooded, which was no longer possible.My fears of a crazy criminal were fading, but there was still a scene of devastation in the new xray room.Bang on cue the radiographer appeared– not in fury or despair, but rather with an unexpected grin on his face.“You like new paint room Mr Oly?” he beamed.“Need black, no light for develop film”.My jaw dropped– he had done that to his own room!In fact, they’d all done it:perhaps there weren’t even any crimes to speak of, nor any destructive delinquent in our midst (or at least, not one who wasn’t a member of staff).Though there was still one unresolved issue - what happened to the santizer in obstetrics?On interrogation the midwives shrugged and tutted a lot, wringing their unwashed hands, but there were no witnesses, no clues.So the absent alcohol gel remains a mystery.Perhaps we will be needing the services of Inspector Singh here after all…