What
are you doing here?
The question is the go-to conversation starter for the expat crowd. It’s an important one. But it’s also crushingly tiresome. I’ve found that the banter that follows is often forgotten, explanations rolled off the tongue to blank eyes.
The question is the go-to conversation starter for the expat crowd. It’s an important one. But it’s also crushingly tiresome. I’ve found that the banter that follows is often forgotten, explanations rolled off the tongue to blank eyes.
“That’s
really great, good for you!” etc.
What’s more interesting is who you are, and
why that may have gotten you to where you are. Process is interesting.
Justifications are drab.
I suppose the short of it is I’ve ended up
in Cambodia because I’m involved with an MA program back home that includes an
internship component. I was accepted by a very hardworking peacebuilding NGO
that does very good and balanced work throughout the Southeast Asian region but
is based locally out of Siem Reap. The organization’s work lines up directly
with my academic program. Cambodia isn’t a bad place to spend time so I said
yes and sorted out the paperwork and bought a plane ticket.
There are connections to be made though.
Some years ago some events happened that
pushed me around the Canadian North and then to East Africa and back around
again before finally landing back in my undergraduate program at the University
of Winnipeg. Throughout the rest of my time there I developed some powerful
relationships with fellow students and professors that changed how I thought
about the world I live in. I suppose I had the university experience that
anyone in a normative arts program should have, and I owe a lot to that.
Maybe that explains, generally, the source
of my personal beliefs, some of the things that ground me, if not what exactly
those beliefs are.
Other life events then had me back North
and then to the West Bank and in and out of Winnipeg. Those post-undergrad
years were a time of great loss and confusion for a number of reasons. I didn’t
really have the wherewithal or the immediate interest in applying for grad
school at the time but a very good friend and mentor basically handed me an
application while we were in Ramallah and said,
“You
should do this.”
And so I did. And I was accepted. And so I
went. I wasn’t up to much else except working construction and I figured it
couldn’t hurt. Another year or so back in the classroom sounded like a good way
to spend that time. And it has been.
Maybe that explains, generally, the
circumstance of how and why, if not exactly outlining all the details.
I don’t, by any means, mean to be flippant
or discredit my grad program or my internship. They’ve both been wonderful,
worthwhile experiences that are shaping me. They’re an important step to
whatever it is that’s next. But if I wasn’t here then I’d be somewhere else
that would also be shaping me.
To be honest, I’ve spent much of my first
six or so weeks in Cambodia wondering what I’m doing here. The internship has been
great, the people I work with are fantastic. The work they do is fantastic. The
location is also quite interesting, although Siem Reap’s proximity to a spread
of astonishing archaeological sites can make it a tourist-gap-year-four-dollar-bucket-of-vodka
nightmare for those of us who are sticking around for longer than a weekend. It
brings about an edge of colonial guilt and self-disgust about being yet another
White Person In Asia, particularly in place such as Cambodia that has been so
disgustingly rattled by the Western sabre. What do I have to offer here?
Devin, my
first question to you and I don’t want to beat the topic to death but, having
traveled a fair bit yourself, how have you dealt with that edge of guilt?
Again, I’m more interested in process than justification. How have your
thoughts and actions changed over the years?