While prepared to document another sad story about a corrupted sociopolitical system failing the moment maximum democratic expression, we found ourselves to realize day by day, that our plot was changing. There were no more individual heroes against their own antagonists, and Hun Sen, Rainsy, the CNRP, the khmer Rouge, everyone and everything was just part of great jigsaw skaken by a bigger force and falling into pieces. Do Min Do was becoming a choral story, the epic of a collectivity working at different levels as a unique force.