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Last month, Sopha introduced her neighbor to her sister, Dr Chenda. It was an emergency. Her neighbor, Sinourn, was feeling very sick. Sopha told Dr Chenda that Sinourn was in pain, because she had been badly beaten by her husband. "When he gets home from work, he argues with her," Sopha explained. "He asks her for money to buy rice wine and if she refuses, he hits her. If he'd beaten her any more, I don't know what would have happened, but, fortunately, he was arrested just in time and put in the local jail."

For Dr Chenda this was a sad but familiar story. She knew lots of husbands and fathers who, although they sometimes helped with the housework and looked after the children, still claimed that a mother's place was in the home and that a wife's duty was to obey her husband. It was because of such ideas that women like Sinourn were kept like prisoners in their own homes. In fact Sinourn had only managed to escape from her 'prison' when her husband had been taken away by the police.

If Dr Chenda hadn't known about and become interested in human rights and, more particularly, women's rights, perhaps she too would have shared these traditional ideas. Instead, however, she supported human rights and had become actively involved in the rights of people who had a weak position in society : the poor, children, minority groups and, of course, women. Especially those who, like Sinourn, were victims of violence. And, as a doctor, she sometimes found herself in a good position to help some of them.

After about a week, the police invited Sinourn to go to the police station to make a formal complaint against her husband. Sinourn, however, who was still feeling dizzy and weak, didn't know whether she wanted to or not. As well as herself, she had her children to think of. If her husband was kept in jail, what would happen to them ? They needed the money that he earned, even if he did quarrel and spend too much money on rice wine.

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Cambodia




Under a hot sun, a car from The South East Asia Hotel collected Simone Fox from Pochentong International Airport. At the hotel, a large gentleman with a grey beard was waiting for her. Professor Martin Green introduced himself before taking Simone to the market, where he had lost the rare liquid. "This is where it happened," Martin explained. "I bought a ring at this shop, but when I went to put it in my bag, it had disappeared." "What ? The ring ?" asked Simone. "No, the bag," explained Martin.


"I saw a woman take it," the shopkeeper said. "I told my husband, but he said she was probably his wife, so I didn't do anything." "These witnesses saw a woman take your bag, Martin. Do you remember any woman standing near you at the time ?" asked Simone. "No, but there are probably a lot of shoplifters around here," Martin replied. "I came with my friend, Dr Linda Croft. By the time I'd bought the ring, however, she'd already left. She said it was hot and had a headache." "Who's Dr Linda Croft ?" asked Simone. "One of the scientists attending the conference," Martin answered. "I shall have to investigate her, when we get back," said Simone. "Oh, you couldn't possibly suspect her," continued Martin. "She's such a nice, helpful woman. She even helped me yesterday with the lock on my door." "What happened ?" asked Simone. "Well, I couldn't lock my door, because the lock had been damaged. Linda kindly offered to mend it for me, but I didn't like to waste her time and changed rooms instead."

Back at the hotel, Simone checked the lock on Martin's old room and then his friend, Dr Linda Croft, on her computer. As she thought, Linda Croft was not a scientist at all. She was a well-known spy. "She will have left her room by the time I reach it," Simone thought as she picked up the phone. Linda Croft was waiting for the next flight to Bangkok at Pochentong International Airport. Her baggage had been checked through to London. Simone relaxed in her room. "The police will have prepared their trap at Heathrow Airport by the time she arrives," she reflected. "What a relief. Now I can relax and read the newspaper."


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