She complained about his overly-handsy approach:"You had moments of kind of making like an octopus.I never saw so many hands in all my life."He apologized for liking her so much: "My only excuse is that I liked ya - right away.So I started wrong.Can""t we begin all over again?" He wished to resume their relationship, but other matters were more pressing at the moment: (Nikki: "We don""t have time for that now, anyway").In 1973, I went to cover this side-show struggle as a foreign correspondent ofThe New York Times.It was there in the war-torn country side amidst the fighting between government roops and the Khymer Rouge guerrillas, that I met my guide and interpreter, Dith Pran, a man who was to change my life in a country hat I grew to love and pity.Clara rises from the table, and feeling lost and humiliated runs straight to an outside balcony.He follows behind and asks the weeping woman for a dance - and then comforts her as she collapses onto his chest.[Mariachi band music provides soft background ambience.] The scraggly-looking bum, an unkempt, dirty, unshaven and ragged scrounger [later identified as Fred C.