After riding the tiny bicycle through dusty streets lined with jeeps and tanks, past buildings crumbled by bombs, Hung reaches the designated spot - the former school.
Thousands are already there.
Most are dressed in their best clothes, hoping to make an impression on the new government and offer a gesture of reconciliation. As darkness falls, commandos arrive and load the men and women into covered trucks. The convoys rumble through the night. In the morning, the trucks finally stop. Half-dazed, Hung stumbles off.