Due to his impetuous temperament, he killed several people and became
a condemned prisoner. Revenge. It was what he thought. He became
resentful because the father was adamant to hand his daughter to a
homeless, vagrant and jobless guy like him.
Every morning after cooking breakfast, watering potted flowers, tidying
the house and kissing her husband James goodbye before he went to work,
she drank a glass of limonade to detox her body before resuming her
unfinished sleep for a few hours.
In this Nordic city, he could not afford this romantic autumnal wind.
Thus, the first snowflakes in the foreign land in his mind were the
coming chilly autumnal wind.
It was June. One day, a storm blew over a small rural area in the
coastal plains. It mercilessly wreaked havoc on the poor region. Among
its unlucky inhabitants, Mrs Thac's clan suffered the most.
Shading her forehead with one hand, she looked in the direction of the
brilliantly sparkling surface of Lake Ho Ngoc, which for the time
being had dwindled down to a large mirror.
Two excerpts from late scholar Vu Dinh Hoe's book Guong Mat Nhung
Nguoi Cung The He (Faces of the Same Generation People), published
by Tre (Youth) Publishing House
Thang did not think that his wife Mai had suddenly left him, bringing
along so many secrets. For many nights, he lay on his side, looking at
the high cheek bones on that square face, at those drooping lips and
closed eyes of hers and understanding that she was really alive only
when those lips opened and smiled.
That morning, a group of marines from the Army of the Republic of Viet
Nam (ARVN), from the far side of the Vinh Dinh River, decided to cross
the wooden bridge with a view to staging a counter-attack against the
2nd Company of the Liberation Front Armed Forces (LFAF), isolating it
before separating it from the 1st Battalion.
I arrived in Germany when Christmas was fast approaching. Snow was
covering the ground. At night standing on the sky-high buildings and
looking down the streets bedecked with brightly lit, coloured lanterns,
we could see windows decorated with the twinkling lights.
This small place was used as a studio, a bedroom and a kitchen for three
people: Lan, Hanh and her first-grade son Chung. Hanh woke up under
her thick cotton blanket.