Sophea shrugged. “The certificate needs a lab stamp. Come back tomorrow.”
Outside, the Mekong had turned the color of rusted metal. Mara sat on a plastic stool and drank lukewarm sugarcane juice. Her phone buzzed: the gallery owner in Lyon. Where is the shipment? The exhibition opens Friday. phytosanitary certificate cambodia
The wood was alive.
“It’s been kiln-dried at 120 degrees,” Mara insisted. Sophea shrugged
Mara had done everything right. She’d fumigated the crates at the Sihanoukville port, paid the $40 bribe to skip the “inspection queue” (a fanless shed where inspectors napped), and submitted her forms to the Ministry of Agriculture, Forestry and Fisheries at 7 a.m. Forestry and Fisheries at 7 a.m.