Dwellers of a Cambodian rubbish site
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Driving through a small village and onto a rutted track I found myself approaching a thick cloak of smog and smoke. Silhouetted through the grey impenetrable haze a majestic tree dominated the background. The polluted atmosphere initially masked the hill-range of filthy debris. The pungent smell and the indistinguishable landscape contributed to the perceived threatening and inhospitable scene. As I walked into the smog outlines of crude shacks appeared from which men, women and children emerged. However, within this grim and uninviting environment I was greeted with faces that lit up when smiles emulated from their eyes and heart. I was so grateful to these families who allowed me to snatch but a glimpse of their community.