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Cyan<br />

Number <strong>21</strong>, September 2001<br />

Chhim Sam Ol, a 45 year-old farmer living in<br />

Ta Cho Village, Sarikakeo Commune, Sva Em<br />

District, Kandal Province, was a Khmer Rouge<br />

prisoner in <strong>the</strong> Eastern Zone in 1974 and 1975.<br />

Describing <strong>the</strong> anguish he experienced during his<br />

detainment, Chhim Sam Ol said: “I wept when <strong>the</strong>y<br />

shackled me. I felt so miserable <strong>for</strong> this life-changing<br />

suffering - sleeping on <strong>the</strong> ground like animals, fleas<br />

all over <strong>the</strong> body, skin diseases, etc. During <strong>the</strong><br />

Phchum Ancestor Festival, I could see numerous<br />

people carrying <strong>of</strong>ferings to <strong>the</strong> pagodas through <strong>the</strong><br />

window. As <strong>for</strong> me, I cried in custody.” Chhim Sam<br />

Ol relates <strong>the</strong> story <strong>of</strong> his detention below.<br />

“After <strong>the</strong> 1970 coup ousting King Sihanouk<br />

from his post, I was selected to join a militia unit [Kang<br />

Svay Tran] in order to increase village security. One<br />

night in <strong>the</strong> early 1974, <strong>the</strong> liberation army <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />

Khmer Rouge assaulted my village, and captured<br />

thirty villagers and me <strong>for</strong> serving <strong>the</strong> old regime [<strong>the</strong><br />

Khmer Republic, led by Field<br />

Marshal Lon Nol]. At about Chhim Sam Ol<br />

10 p.m., a few guerrillas<br />

called me, ‘contemptible Ol,<br />

come down here!’ Sensing<br />

serious trouble, I decided not<br />

to come. So I stayed still in<br />

my house. When I did so, <strong>the</strong>y<br />

used <strong>the</strong>ir bayonets to stab<br />

me from beneath my house<br />

Then <strong>the</strong>y shot at me three<br />

times. Because <strong>the</strong>y roared<br />

fiercely and I was afraid I<br />

might get hit by some <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />

bullets, I surrendered, raising<br />

my hands and walking slowly<br />

down <strong>the</strong> stairs. As I reached<br />

<strong>the</strong> ground, <strong>the</strong>y immediately<br />

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<strong>Searching</strong> <strong>for</strong> <strong>the</strong> <strong>truth</strong> ⎯ Family Tracing<br />

I SHED TEARS IN PRISON<br />

Vannak Huy<br />

took my watch, tied me up and walked me away.<br />

“As <strong>the</strong>y were leading me and <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r<br />

villagers to <strong>the</strong> edge <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> village, Lon Nol soldiers<br />

shelled from <strong>the</strong> Chroy Changva area with <strong>the</strong>ir sixcannoned<br />

artillery. The Khmer Rouge <strong>the</strong>n ran away,<br />

leaving us behind. Panic stricken, we cut <strong>the</strong> ropes<br />

binding us and ran to hide in pits that had been made<br />

by previous bombings. After <strong>the</strong> bombardment was<br />

over, <strong>the</strong> Khmer Rouge soldiers returned, pointed<br />

<strong>the</strong>ir guns at us and called us to stand up. They tied<br />

us up once again and led us to a river, where <strong>the</strong>y<br />

began to strip-search us <strong>for</strong> money. They said, ‘Any<br />

money or belongings must be confiscated. They will<br />

be returned to you when you are re-educated.’ After<br />

searching, <strong>the</strong>y continued <strong>the</strong>ir march along <strong>the</strong> river.<br />

As we were walking, planes from Phnom Penh<br />

attacked again. But <strong>the</strong>y strafed at <strong>the</strong> Khmer Rouge<br />

only. A few minutes later, <strong>the</strong> planes disappeared.<br />

The Khmer Rouge <strong>the</strong>n brought us to a reeducation<br />

camp in Prek Rey, Lvea Em<br />

District. I was detained <strong>the</strong>re<br />

<strong>for</strong> two weeks. When <strong>the</strong>y<br />

escorted us, I was not afraid.<br />

But when <strong>the</strong>y shackled us, I<br />

began to fear, shedding tears.”<br />

At this point in <strong>the</strong><br />

interview, Sam Ol took a<br />

huge breath, looked at his<br />

wrists, and continued, “Life<br />

in <strong>the</strong> prison was harsh. The<br />

utensils we ate with were <strong>the</strong><br />

open containers used to feed<br />

pigs, and we used crab shells<br />

as spoons. During this time,<br />

<strong>the</strong> prison’s security guards<br />

called me to write my<br />

autobiography three times. A<br />

<strong>Documentation</strong> <strong>Center</strong> <strong>of</strong> <strong>Cambodia</strong> (DC-Cam)

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