April 22, 2012
The house used to smell like leather tanning all the time. It was an awful smell. But the cow skin was so fresh that the meat was often still attached – we would use it to supplement our meager food rations. Since arriving in Saigon, the stories about my childhood and those of our family [...]
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April 7, 2012
Last week, with the arrival of my grandmother in Ho Chi Minh city (HCMC), just a few hours after my own arrival from Dubai, there were four generations of my family together: Wee Scotch, myself, my mom, and my grandmother. My mom and I were born in HCMC and although she’s been back a few [...]
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