Studying with Cambodian Holy-men in the Khmer speaking region of Thailand leaves the Brooklyn Monk speechless. By Antonio Graceffo

The powerfully built monk grabbed me by the back of the neck, yelling “Jab Koh.” He pulled me toward him, and his knee crashed into my solar plexus. “Taeng kaoh!” he shouted. I would have collapsed, but he tightened his grip on the back of my neck till I thought my vertebrae would shatter. “Jab Koh!” he said. Then he hit me with the knee again. “Taeng kaoh!” The ... (more)