Cambodia Calling: A Memoir from the Frontlines of Humanitarian Aid (精装) 0470153253

在线阅读本书 "What’s the matter? A mine? Some kid step on a mine? A blessure?" "No. Not a mine." We walk in and there’s a mother standing by her child. It’s a little girl. She’s a very beautiful girl with straight black hair, maybe six or eight, big eyes, a bit younger than Smiles and just as lovely. But she’s lying too still under a white sheet on the bamboo bed and her mother is talking in a monotone, staring off to the corner asking for help from Buddha. The little girl is staring at me, tracking every move I make. She’s so weak, all she can do is move her eyes.

Sok Samuth approaches the bed and takes down the sheets. It’s very sad what we see. The girl is inhumanly thin and her skin is peeling off. He pulls the sheet up over the girl’s body again and the mother keeps up her monotone plea for Buddha while the little girl follows me, eye to eye. She wants me to make her feel better. I’m thinking, no, not this one. The whole thing was about this one. It was always about this one. "What is it?" he asks me. "I don’t know. Is there a fever?" "No, pas de fièvre." She is cool to the tough and there isn’t any shivering, no chills. …All my ream could tell me was that she’d been sick for a few weeks and that her appetite was poor for a week and that she became worse …

I checked the two pediatric textbooks we had at the Blue House. Nothing. It could be kwashiorhor—protein malnutrition—all by itself, but we weren’t hearing about that out in the countryside. It was still lush and the harvests had been so good. Why would she be starving now? So maybe it is cancer. I think, What would Professor Jim Anderson do? How would my great mentor go after the diagnosis?

From Publishers Weekly Despite having all the elements of an absorbing dramalife and death in exotic locales, heroic doctors working in the shadow of the Khmer Rouge, corrupt officials and impoverished citizensthis intermittently atmospheric memoir never truly captivates. Heinzl, a Canadian physician who founded his country's chapter of Mdecins Sans Frontires, starts his account with the experience that catalyzed his interest in the international humanitarian organization: in 1985, he abandoned a medical school elective in Kenya to see the war in Uganda. Jumping ahead six years, the disjointed narrative stitches together Heinzl's recollections of his first posting at a rudimentary hospital in war-ravaged Sisophon, Cambodia; his frustration with MSF politics and bureaucracy, and experiences as a bar rang or white foreigner. But in this dispassionate account, Heinzl never transcends his outsider status, nor does he seem to try. One of his biggest problems is how to spend his relative wealth$50 per month, which brings longed-for luxuries like Cuban cigars all the way from Amsterdam. Among the most vivid scenes are Heinzl's early visit to Angkor Wat and his stay, against MSF policy, at a five-star hotel in Phnom Penh shortly before leaving Cambodia. When he burns out after six months, he doesn't seem to have earned his escape. Instead, Heinzl comes off as an intrepid traveler whose relief work is less a calling than a ticket to adventure. (Feb.) Copyright Reed Business Information, a division of Reed Elsevier Inc. All rights reserved. Review From Winnipeg Free Press:

This non-fiction entry is an alluring chronicle of one young doctor's experience as a member of a Doctors Without Borders (Médecins Sans Frontières) team assigned to the impoverished village of Sisophon, Cambodia, during the aftermath of the Khmer Rouge civil war in the early 1990s.

This is not the typical memoir of heroic doctors braving war zones to save lives. Ontario-based Richard Heinzl, founder of the Canadian chapter of Doctors Without Borders, takes the reader past the expected sphere of the crisis in humanitarian aid.

He provides an honest and personal assessment of the challenges and professional obstacles that confronted him in Cambodia and within Doctors Without Borders.

Heinzl's coming-of-age story begins in Uganda in 1985. As though he were scripting an international movie drama, Heinzl shares the sense of being a fish out of water as he walks "into a foreign country in plain view, a 22-year-old medical student from the other side of the world on elective in Africa."

So begins Heinzl's journey of self-discovery. He is looking for a taxi to take him from a Kenya-Uganda border crossing near Tororo along the Jinja-Kampala highway to work at Mulago Hospital with Liz and Don Hillman, Canadian pediatricians running a program called the Child Health and Maternity Program (CHAMP).

The story is compelling. Heinzl provides exceptional details of how he confronted his self-doubt as a newly trained doctor questioning his intent and commitment to humanitarian aid. He successfully captures his inner turmoil through his dialogue with his mentors, colleagues and friends. The reader becomes a true witness to Heinzl's experience.

The thread that ties his account together from Uganda, back to McMaster University in Hamilton and on to the Caribbean, Amsterdam and finally Cambodia in 1991 is Heinzl's exceptional ability to shine a light of all who affected him along the way.

It is as if you are sitting in very comfortable chair by a fire in the dead of winter listening to him share his exciting and life changing experiences.

You come to know Heinzl and those connected to him, be it his mentor Dr. Jim Anderson, one of the professors at McMaster medical school in the 1980s who successfully trained doctors by the Socratic method, or his experienced, laid-back Dutch medical partner, Rob Overtoom, who knew what to do and how to get it done in Cambodia.

Heinzl captures that sense of joy that comes when one goes beyond merely sharing one's knowledge to sharing one's self with the people in the Cambodian community that he briefly called home.

His writing enables you to feel the sweat running down his body as he shares the joy of the down time with like-minded companions drinking imported beer over ice after a long day in the hospital.

The reader also learns of the frustration associated with establishing the Canadian chapter of Doctors Without Borders. Heinzl makes sure the reader realizes that politics is evident in all forms of human interaction including respected humanitarian aid organizations.

The book will not only be enjoyed by those interested in understanding the crisis of humanitarian aid agencies around the world but also by those seeking an excellent coming-of-age memoir by a doctor who should consider a second calling as an author.

Doug Edmond is a Winnipeg educator who recently volunteered for Habitat for Humanity in New Zealand.

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Richard Heinzl is a medical doctor from Hamilton, Ontario, and is the founder of Doctors Without Borders / Médicins Sans Frontières in Canada. He studied at the University of Toronto, McMaster University, Har

出版社	John Wiley & Sons
作者	Richard Heinzl