Walking in the countryside in Cambodia with one of my dogs, we came across an old stone construction -a bridge dating back to the Khmer Empire, camuflaged by small trees growing through the cracks, neighbouring branches and weeds. Unable to cross it, we walked back home.  Excited, I gathered some tools and returned. It took two hours to clear the deck. I deliberately waited until the last vine had been removed before stepping into it, to honour the occasion.   The bridge is near a small village in Oddar Meanchey Province. Everyone knew of its existence, yet superstition kept it mostly abandoned. Legend spoke of bad luck. some people whispered of venomous snakes. One landowner known to have lost his leg to a landmine, was said to have been bitten. Fear lingered in the unspoken spaces.  By the weekend we invited the students from the school I founded a few months earlier. The excursion was optional and not everyone could come. Those who did were thrilled to discover a ...