My village stood on the edge of the road from Xieng Khouang to the Plain of Jars. There were ricefields next to the road. The first time the airplanes bombed the road but didn't bomb my village. At that time my life was filled with ... more

In My Former Life As It Happened in the Past in Xieng Khouang
1. My village used to have hills and forests and houses along the side of the ricefields. Everyone had ricefields and buffalo and cows. We earned our ... more

In the war there were many things. Xieng Khouang was a place of beauty and the sky and weather was cold and good. Bequeathed on our lives. And earning a livelihood, was not difficult on account of the plentiful riceland. By this we ... more

In the past as it happened in the region of our village. We are refugees who have fled from the region of Xieng Khouang to come here because there we were always afraid and didn't have any homes. All we saw was the fire of the firebombs. ... more

There was one rice farmer who was 48 years old. He was born in the region of Xieng Khouang in the same village as I. This old man had no children, he only had a wife. And he earned his living as a rice farmer. He had a house and cows ... more

In my village there was one place in the hills which gave the people a place to hide from anyone in the sky. But death did not flee us for long. Until it was hit by the airplanes shooting so that people died in the hole. There was ... more

In the earlier times of my village we had good fortune and there was nothing to cause us fear or danger in the lives of the Laotian rice farmer. In our region like in other regions the same. But in 1965, the airplanes began to come ... more

Before in the life of the rice farmers in the area of xxx, the village of my birth, there were wide fields and good earth and cool weather and mountains and forests, together in the life of the rice farmers of my village ... more