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When there is no wind about every minute at regular intervals a mango drops with a thud on the soil, [[underline]] whoever is nearest runs to it [[/underline]] with a smile collect it, and then others say something or another with the same kind smile. But there is no fighting, [[underline]] nor trying to grasp the fruit from [[/underline]] each other as would be likely amongst Arabs and many white populations. This Mango tree [[underline]] personified to me the easy life and kind behavior of these Cambodgians Civilization has little if anything better to offer [[/underline]] to them except making them greedy or foolish.
Cambodgians [[underline]] cremate their [[overwritten]] death [[/overwritten]] dead and the cremation is public, [[/underline]] and in presence
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of friends and family. Most of the time the corpse is kept in a coffin for a variable time, sometimes one year for important people after which the cremation ceremony and what is left of bones or ashes is given to the [[underline]] family, that keeps it in an urn. [[/underline]] This does away with the [[underline]] nuisance of all the graves as in China or Cochinchina. [[/underline]]
March 27. Left early with motor car (6 A.M) to visit various ruins. While about 15 kilometers from [[underline]] Bungalow [[/underline]] [[strikethrough]] car refuses [[/strikethrough]] 
^[[our]] engine refused to work. Hot very hot work at 10 AM. Mem first got his coat out, and showed his bare skin underneath; then went his white trousers and he put on his [[underline]] sarong [[/underline]] which set his legs free.