THAILAND, little diamonds

No train, no bus. only your own feet, only the fields. only the rice. On little wings of the heat you can hear parts of old folksongs. They will tell you about the people of "Isaan", their history and culture. You can hear their songs of sadness, their songs of love.

rice-hulling works

water buffalo

rice: In the infinity of a deep and serene silence you can hear to fall little diamonds; the tears of Thailand. Martin Neijman