The elegant woman has dainty hands and long, narrow feet. Her limbs are incredibly limber — she easily bends back her fingers until they touch her forearm, her toes at a 90º angle — the results of decades of training and dedication.
Vong Metry, 56, has been a classical dancer since the age of five, an occupation that carried a death sentence after 1975, when Cambodia’s murderous Khmer Rouge regime overran the country, killing almost everyone who was not a farmer or worker.
Centuries of knowledge about Cambodia’s traditional dances, which are full of history and legend, were almost buried with the victims in the Khmer Rouge’s mass graves.
Vong Metry was one of the few survivors of the purge. Today, working with the Apsara Dance Association, she helps to continue the tradition of Cambodia’s dancers.
Back then, she was part of the country’s dance elite, studying and dancing in Cambodia’s royal palace in the 1960s.
“For the Khmer Rouge, our talent was an aesthetic waste,” she said about the horrifying rule of the communists who killed almost 2 million people by torture, executions, starvation and forced labor during their four-year rule.
“When they marched into Phnom Penh, they immediately chased us out of the palace and we ran for our lives,” she said.
At that time, Vong Metry was heavily pregnant and lost her baby after the forced march to the provinces. But there was no time to mourn.
“I had to work like a horse,” she said, wringing her slender hands over the memory.
The dancer pretended to be a farmer while she plowed fields, pulled weeds, planted crops and milked livestock.
Training, even secretly, was out of the question.
“There were Khmer Rouge spies everywhere,” she said, sitting up ramrod straight and rapping her chest. “I carried the music and the dance only here, in my heart.”
Cambodia’s classical dance is also called Apsara, after the nymph-like beauties who, legend says, danced in the palaces of the gods and are immortalized in thousands of carvings at the temples of Angkor Wat.
Srilang, seven, one of Vong Metry’s favorite pupils at the dancing school, wants to become just such a nymph.
Well-behaved, she knelt, only her toes supporting her feet and the soles of her feet upright and perfectly straight.
Vong Metry sat behind her and moved the girl’s arms into the typical graceful movements of the dance.
“More tension,” she murmured in her pupil’s ear again and again and touched her thighs.
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Centuries of knowledge about Cambodia’s traditional dances, which are full of history and legend, were almost buried with the victims in the Khmer Rouge’s mass graves.
Vong Metry was one of the few survivors of the purge. Today, working with the Apsara Dance Association, she helps to continue the tradition of Cambodia’s dancers.
Back then, she was part of the country’s dance elite, studying and dancing in Cambodia’s royal palace in the 1960s.
“For the Khmer Rouge, our talent was an aesthetic waste,” she said about the horrifying rule of the communists who killed almost 2 million people by torture, executions, starvation and forced labor during their four-year rule.
“When they marched into Phnom Penh, they immediately chased us out of the palace and we ran for our lives,” she said.
At that time, Vong Metry was heavily pregnant and lost her baby after the forced march to the provinces. But there was no time to mourn.
“I had to work like a horse,” she said, wringing her slender hands over the memory.
The dancer pretended to be a farmer while she plowed fields, pulled weeds, planted crops and milked livestock.
Training, even secretly, was out of the question.
“There were Khmer Rouge spies everywhere,” she said, sitting up ramrod straight and rapping her chest. “I carried the music and the dance only here, in my heart.”
Cambodia’s classical dance is also called Apsara, after the nymph-like beauties who, legend says, danced in the palaces of the gods and are immortalized in thousands of carvings at the temples of Angkor Wat.
Srilang, seven, one of Vong Metry’s favorite pupils at the dancing school, wants to become just such a nymph.
Well-behaved, she knelt, only her toes supporting her feet and the soles of her feet upright and perfectly straight.
Vong Metry sat behind her and moved the girl’s arms into the typical graceful movements of the dance.
“More tension,” she murmured in her pupil’s ear again and again and touched her thighs.
This story has been viewed 350 times.
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