I do not remember what cubic employed, only that he went South to North so much, sometimes I look at home in Hoi An. He was tall, was always wearing a hat wide-brimmed white sand colonies. What about before the August Revolution for some time, the occurrence of one of Uncle shook our whole family: her daughter, Sam left home "bum". In those days they called her daughter left the house for the missing boy is "bum", and a daughter bum is very embarrassing. Uncle Ba I would decline after that ... Then the revolutionary war, divided the country ... Stories also faded. My father had long lost Uncle. If occasionally there is a family who happened to mention she is also regarded Sam as a girl was missing.Maybe I was the first to know the truth about who she was, through his story Ut Tra On. Sister Sam left home because of love reformed. In my family seems everyone has more or less the delusion that the blood, sometimes to risky. Ms. lang promoted by the group reformed Saigon seems to also sing a little, then specialized to the task manager, a key arm of the group box. She took Mr. Ut Tra On the union is in Hongkong, is not that much of his second wife. The new release date, there is a relative Vietnamese officers plus a prop important.Do not understand how he Ut Tra know I was in Saigon, to find the right 190 justice. He drove me home, in District 5. She embraced me and cried Sam. The girl went rong decades ago this was a silver haired woman, being back, it's strange, is how many feet through the floating nature of the job that flashy stage ungrateful, I know. And still subtle beauty of old, I remember, days before, each time you visit my house, as if lit up the whole house. And I, The street boy, I "loved" her love child with a very confusing ... is still king in my question until now. It may be that because I imagine that's all, I "loved" her after she left home rong, the girl "damage" as suffering, humiliation, both back home was strangely attractive for children grow up is my new day, full of longing, vague ...I had an uncle named uncle Du, employed in, have been concerned in the Danish newspaper's front Hue Huynh Thuc Khang in 1945. Liberation of Da Nang I met him, has become a major landlord in. He was down and out during calls "bourgeois reform" in 1975 after our ...
All these people that have daughters uncle bum; my uncle in Hue, musician trumpet to blow one, the team's most musical bass Vatican, had to perform in the Western Marseille fair, Mr. home business owners sat in; her unfinished artist Sam had a crush on me ... awkward rabies, all were no longer. They are an array of a picture of society, and other parties opposed to their foreign competition my array. Make also left in me, somewhere in the subconscious depths, a part of what makes my fate, the way I go in this life ... Be it a reasonable promotion practices lang? ...***
I also have relatives who she does not anymore, but very close. Recently I returned to visit Hoi An Thuy. In The City I have such a sister, Mrs. Thuy house near the temple Mr. Tiger, past there, still there, her son Dan sale Lieu continental train stations, just as this sentence son team, Ms. Lien Huong son Tran Xuan Vinh, Covered Bridge Street traders ... The sisters are just a few years older than me, but at that age was far from the old days, I actually considered a sister and she also saw my little brother. The tiny city should live together as one in a village, even a family, a family.Thuy is mentioned: in advance, any home cook meal something special, his mother often sent him flared glass see you (ie my parents). My house, too, is uncommon dishes, all the wrong people in Lowland walking the streets ... Ms. Lieu, each morning I go to school across the stops are reached, the two sisters go ... It was always poor, but you are a decent education, a class of Hoi female intellectuals, most of which pass into the general, now getting old, the opportunity to meet together often to talk to each other in French. .. only to recall the past. War, the sisters have become staff, rolling and brave, romantic anymore. And are beautiful.I know Ren Chen States, the market leader An anti-French Conference, Willow loves her. That she is just intermittent, love does not say love, not out nor not. There are nights to work together outskirts of Hoi An Vietnam, the only two people, four parties are the enemy, pressing his ring so short a gun, shot up, not pointed at her chest that Lieu pointed at his chest, "I you love me, say what would go? ". Willow She just laughed, very loudly, linen cold, may that the vast sandy, windy, rumors enemy not hear what the four sides. He rings, horizontal famous museums, enemy daring to venture ... this battle only to succumb, jaw burning gun tucked into the bag. And two people to go, she told Willow, helter-ray that night how both crashed nearly head on an ambush of the West ...Willow She also told me a story again, very strange. Some have advocated in 1952 sent some educated women cadres in the North School of Medicine Dr. Ton That Tung, to train professionals who have both strong political, to lead the industry Y. Among the selection, with Willow and her sister again - that my name would be kept confidential, she X, Dong Khanh Hue each school, which trains most of the central female intellectuals. At Forest School of Medicine in North Vietnam, Ms. X asked a fellow classmate, to her pregnancy and knew he was married. That day we call it is a crime of "corrupt", is considered very bad, fighting, heavy discipline. Ms. X left school to go, the North Vietnamese forests rising from everywhere nets, and are missing from it ...Around 1960 a unit of the fifth team to build a collective farm in the Gold Station, Phu Tho, ferry across the Middle River. One was to find wood, you see a family of isolated deep in the forest, the couple and a flock of children, husband-speaking north, but his wife said she Cantonese. Lan is a very long time to learn, in the end they know the woman she is X. That day, pregnant, indefinite wandering alone in the woods, you know what to look for death. Dead buried, for wild animals tear, for each module to a nameless grave. But not dead, but only because the fetus. Life was terrible, it does not beat to death, holding his stomach bigger and bigger drag her walks, picking forest leaves to eat, lie down and drink spring water, night and sleep in the bush, how many wildlife meetings, but very strange, as if we are to avoid her, the beasts, they stood transfixed looking hugged her heavy belly pass, eyes suddenly subdued beast, apparently with a view to respect .. .Until one day she met a man, he was employed coal, living alone in the woods. He helped her in his tent, was a strange man, absolutely not ask her a question, just know her as "victims", victims of life, that life is much silver. He quietly put her on, quietly care for her until she gave birth. Hand he cut the cord for the baby. Until then, his first new saying: "This is my child" ... And they lived together from there, isolated from society, a revolutionary women cadres, intellectuals, women, learned to Dong Khanh school baccalaureate degree, and a completely illiterate woodcutter.When the 96th regiment of Don Gold team found them deep in the forest, they had come together in her face, a warm family ... Ban regimental commanders know, trying to report on the Women's Central, there are many old friends together and work together with you. They were startled to find her, tried to persuade her to Hanoi, return to work. She is only silence. She refused all requests, all layouts, all policies. Quietly in the forest, with her husband, with children. She had to find death. She has found life. And humans. The whole human race. Her. Do you have enough already. She happily ...***
Each of my sister Hoi An has a different fate, a glorious period, we can say so, and even the waist le usually harsh on his death they suffer quietly, persist, the more consistent liver as very quiet. I know of her, no Christians on both but I was obsessed with images of people carrying the cross God has given each person a tree, the lighter weight guys. As there Thuy, Hoi An last day I visited her, she is not laughing, it also sent a gift for my wife and children, where you get that power over your pain so bravely.I remember one evening in 1968 our 30 Year from the mountains down to dusk, the La Tho Electric fields you, it tingle a military type in Da Nang and Hoi An, Tet Offensive. I met Mrs. Thuy middle field animate it. Sisters celebrate too. She asks: "I went off Danang or Hoi An?". I replied, typing away in Da Nang. She laughed: "I lost a sister and Rua, she was typing away her multitude of Hoi An, happy too! ... Well, settle Da Nang, Hoi An Vietnam, then, sisters met each other." Only then could say all these people to run a tilt, and the troops are pouring down like waterfall ...
I lost that battle, not to be Da Nang, Hoi An is also not accounted for and sacrificed so much. May both of you are also. Meet again on Co Co River, the enemy counter hit for me because, again hungry, had surgery Co Co river snails to eat. And yet still fun, still believe. Losing other adhesive glue we present, is not you, you smile ... Thuy is the province of women officials, gathered at the North and then returned to the field early with her husband Phuong, staff officers. The British wounded, a bullet fragment lodged in the beginning, not dead but secretly became a little heavy, as heavy as the later, years later almost completely mad. Two children what you do not.More than 30 years after the war, she returned to live in the old house near the temple Mr. Tiger, on the way to Hoi An ancient New Hamlet. A husband adopted her. He respects, on which also has a fit, but whenever they attack that hit on his wife. Having dinner knife he cut a deep wound on her arm. She found the leaves heal wounds, for wrapping the cloth, who asked also told it was nothing, stumbled down before dinner, a little over that. Farmers all over my neighbors told me she is full of cutting traces so ... Yesterday I visited her, accompanied with a friend, she told me in French, so that he can not hear you the other: It's okay, Miss A, she is still alive but, even more than how many friends have died born ... She laughed.I was amazed: the woman who was nearly 80, more shrunken, get us into so much power? She held my hand and said: "She still remembers her and see you, very kind teacher, and I was glad they were all mature and well worth living, should not I?". Then she sat, scattered matter how many stories about my father, that she knew much about my dad, all my closer. She said: I see very similar, both the streak and the ...Actually my dad in a business we love and strictly confidential. I have a touching story. In 11 or 12 years, instigated friends how I learned demanding smokers. I caught three, hit a game so close, that I have to cry forever I can be forgiven ... I went to the army, in 1952 a campaign in northern Quang Nam, type look complete advantage of visiting the U.S. evacuation in Hung. Two or three children sat talking for a while, quietly took his cigarette out inviting me. I took a cigarette, tears, but not smoking. My dad has seen me as a great, a grown son ... Even when I was very young - I was the eldest son - my father had built for me, and this is my brother, a family bookcase.I remember I've read almost all of Vietnam literature before the revolution, not missing any important author. French literature, he began a year ago I read the specified program of the school, suffering the most is to read Victor Hugo from the second year of high school, back to cui dictionary blinded to all groping for the period the writer winded very words he left the church Notre Dame de Paris. In this regard, I was a child pressed nine, going to school early, compared to my peers is less than one or two years, but was forced to read before you a year or two. I tested three seriously, I read books, but I'm also a cunning boy, I find him to the UK and European wall there is read the book of my father's banned list: Fleurs du mal (Flowers evil) of Beaudelaire, even Sade's work, and do not know why about a year before the August Revolution I have read the book Retour de l'URSS (returning from the Soviet Union) by André Gide, the first book world to denounce unusually early totalitarianism in the Soviet Union ...Reading it gives me a fairly broad knowledge and early - too early - as well vent to scratch my head that I'll probably be removed once all her life. Twelve or thirteen, I had to hum "Flood reincarnated in our century ..." by Vu Hoang Chuong, and already know like the sad "message message" of the Yangtze Huy noisy than the mallet vap "Lick the graph, hurry up with the word" Xuan Dieu, the beauty of the "United evil" Beaudelaire more smooth throughout the Lamartine. The roof has also been known to west (West dew sign) through the translation of the Champions League Song, and strange too, the Nam Hoa Trang Tu Kinh, too, through his translation of this talented writer ...***
A boy with a head so messy there, just 14 years old, was thrown into the battle, which lasted up to 30 years, as the later more intense, thought would burn his mess, did not expect both to flames of war, and many ways to fight stress, were not burned delete all traces, sometimes waking up from the subconscious that invisible chasms ...
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