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Greg Hardwick

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Journey on the death highway

My knuckles turn white as I grip the bar on the roof and nod to the three men standing beside me. It’s a cool January morning as we slowly drive past the Mae Sot Police Station.   I look down at my feet to make sure I’m securely standing on the tailgate.
The sawngthaew  (a covered pick-up [...]

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