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Im Mai
und Juni 2005 wird Klaus Jürgen Schmidt
mit Medienstudenten an der Königlichen
Universität von Phnom Penh für einige
Wochen erörtern, ob und wie in Kampuchea
lokaler Rundfunk eingeführt werden kann.
Es trifft sich, dass er vor genau 25
Jahren zuammen mit dem Freund und
Kollegen Michael Geyer in Kampuchea das
Schicksal von 10 Menschen dokumentiert
hatte, die es nach der Vertreibung durch
Pol Pot-Truppen mit einem Bambusfloss
zurück in ihre Heimatstadt Phnom Penh
geschafft hatten.
In Erinnerung an seinen verstorbenen
Freund hat KJS das Buch-Kapitel über
"Die Zehn vom Floss" für das
Internet bearbeitet, deutschsprachige
Leser finden hier Zugang.
Es ist geplant, neue Erfahrungen in
Kampuchea ebenfalls hier zu
dokumentieren. Es lohnt sich, ab und zu
vorbeizuschauen.
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April, 1980
two German journalists try to make their
way to Phnom Penh, Cambodias re-born
capital, following an invitation of an old
Vietnamese friend whose call from Paris had said,
there is only this one chance for you two to be
there as witnesses of a new beginning for a
re-born people.
Vietnamese troops had invaded neighbouring
Cambodia. Pol Pots Red Khmer were on the
retreat.
My friend Michael Geyer like me, rather
used to radio-work than to fiddling with a
film-camera received a quick introduction
into the handling of this gear, although the
camera gave up soon after our arrival, replaced
by an oldie which had seen the battle of Dien
Bien Phu, and now lent to us by two Vietnamese
war-veterans who operated a back-yard-workshop in
Phnom Penh
May, 2005 I am going to return to Phnom
Penh, alone there had been a plan to see
for ourselves what happened to those people whom
we had met in those days 25 years ago
those ten people from the bamboo-raft.
Michael and I, we let
them speak in some radio-programs,
in a TV-documentary, in the chapter of a
book. And their bamboo-raft the
vehicle of their home-coming from the
hell of Pol Pots killing fields
was turned into a "Raft for
Europe" when it arrived, in summer
1980, for exhibition on the river Weser
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Yes, we
wanted to look for the people from the raft
25 years later.
But Michael could not make it, he died two years
ago.
So, I shall be on my own, this time following a
call to assist media-students at Phnom
Penhs Royal University.
This
is the departments mission statement:
"The BA in Media
Management is Cambodia's first bachelor degree in
media studies. Unlike some short courses
available, this course is designed to train
students across a broad range of media-related
academic disciplines to give a solid
understanding and broad scope of perspectives on
various media environments and issues.
The 4-year degree prepares students to create and
maintain the highest-quality independent
journalism and media management that will serve
the needs of the Cambodian people. Students will
learn skills to become effective, creative and
ethical practitioners and managers of mass media,
fostering a free and socially responsible media
in Cambodia. They will learn to identify,
understand and explain events and issues, and
share information with Cambodian citizens, giving
them greater capacity to comprehend and respond
to their world.
The Department hopes to become Cambodia's premier
academic training ground for media professionals,
to acquire regional recognition, and offer other
media-related degrees such as journalism and
public relations."
And now, some of the students want to get an idea
how a local radio-system would work within their
environment.
I am prepared to let them know some practical
hints from my experience in Africa. I have set
aside some six weeks in May and June of this year
2005.
I am pondering most of these students may
have not been born when those ten people from the
bamboo-raft struggled to get a grip on a new
lease of life 25 years ago
It may be worthwhile to
return to this page from time to time,
since I am planning to record some of my
experiences in Cambodia, 25 years later. |
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