Moments come around. My meeting with the Reasmey Angkor Opera Company on the side of the road where they had set up their mobile theatre in central Cambodia ended in tears. The director, Khmer Rouge survivor Len Chouen, sank to his knees in front of me with tears streaming down his cheeks begging me to help them. "We are starving. Our art will die. We are the last to know this form of opera. We will not be able to go on. Please help us."