“E Bua Laeng Nam” Why do you do this job? And why do men always ask me that? Just chit-chatting. To boost your confidence? (Chuckles) When I was a kid, my family had a lotus farm. I helped my parents bundle the
flowers to sell at the market. My dad got lucky selling a plot of land.
So he became a full-time land broker. Bingo! He made a fortune. But then he was cheated and left flat broke. I had to drop out of school. And got a husband? Not every poor girl gets out that way. I was just sick of school.
I wanted to work to support myself… and to take care of my parents.
I wanted to have a lot of money, like I did before… The high life, you know. Back then,
a guy like you wouldn’t get a chance with me. So what happened? I screwed up. Everyone wants to make the best of their lives… Everyone wants to make the best of their lives… Asanee-Wasant, you know that old-school band? No. I’m a tom Rainbow’s fan. Very funny. It’s true.
I heard it on my mom’s radio until I was a teenager. Until you went to jail. Do you always receive your regular clients here? You insisted on having me in this room. Though it wasn’t made up yet. That curtain… There’re amphetamine
pills wrapped in straws in the seams. For partying, for sale. A hiding place so you don’t have to carry them around. Maybe you’re going to take it afterwards… Or perhaps you think you could sell me some? (Chuckles) They’re not yours, are they? They keep saying prison is only for the poor. It’s true. Poor in virtue and goodness. You’re scared? I was a death row convict
on drug charges in 2001. In chain all day and night! In 2009, I was kept in a solitary hole for 3 months. Pitch-black, with a bucket for taking shit. Once a week they let me out for 30 seconds. Only if I didn’t get on the guard’s nerve. Think I want to put you in there? (Chuckles) The misery in that shithole made me ask myself… Should I rot in jail until I die? Or should I do good
deeds so I can go back to my family? Do good deeds? Since I got out, I’ve tried my best. And what do I get? Nothing! Nobody wants to give me a job. Even the government, all they do is make propaganda films! I’m still a prison rat! Prison rat! Goddamnit! All I can do is the same old shit! Ever heard this song? Please! Don’t sing it. It won’t change a thing. “Karma is Justice.” We have a heart, we have flesh and blood inside Goodness defines us, it’s the meaning of our lives What happened in the past, we can’t let it last What’s good or bad, it’s all in our hearts Life is a struggle, forget the pain of the past Tomorrow brings new stories, we’ll go forward with decency If the lotus has no roots, it has no charm If the lotus dies of thirst,
the meaning goes from bad to worse We humans are the same, we dream big dreams But forget who we are – a lotus dying of thirst Why do you do this job? It’s a decent job.
And I’m working, not begging for money. Anything you want to say to tourists? Please come and enjoy yourself. Have a cup of coffee. Enjoy the view of the lotus
Take some beautiful pictures Here you can buy lotus flowers, wholesale or retail. “Karma is Justice.”