At the feet of giant mountains in Southern Cambodia, in the white dust and under a leaden sky, Nuon does her best to reduce rocks into pebbles and sell them for thirthy-five cents a sack. She used to own land but malaria carried everything away: her money, her rice field and her husband. She plans to seek employment in the capital, Phnom Penh, either working in construction or washing dishes. She would do anything to regain hope.