Harrowed. It was the only thing I could feel as I stared at the blank holes of what used to be their eyes. The chilly soft breeze gently blew on the tiny hair at the back of my neck. Harrowing. It was harrowing. 30 minutes out of the main town of Phnom Penh is the Choeung Ek Genocidal Center, otherwise known as the Killing Fields.