A young woman in Hanoi

June 2004. Linh held the can of Coke that I bought for her from a vendor at Ba Đình Square. I saw her peep at me from the corner of her eye. I pulled the tab on mine and put the straw through the opening. She struggled with the tab and giggled nervously as it …

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Listen between the lines

June 2004. The old man came up to me and asked if I was from the Philippines. After confirming my ethnicity, he regaled me with stories about meeting Filipinos during the war who frequented the Huyen Sy Catholic Church. Then, in the middle of our conversation, he cupped his mouth, came closer and whispered, “I …

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