sixteen hours of nineteen January duemilaundici HCMC Saigon river
I went back to the pier have been there with Martina, where the children catch fish from Saigon River, today the water level is higher by at least five feet, impressive to see how wet the banks and the big boats as they are raised.
I children there are today many , the river is great , children seem more great and the fish that pull out from ' running water appear larger.
I sat on a hard bench in the dock, under a gray sky that looks like a pall of smog mixed with clouds, I finished reading -weather- a book of collective Bologna wu ming, I started to read it in outbound flight to Kon Tum and I took a lot, but then in the middle was very exciting, I was astonished and I liked the subtitle of the second part
- hopefully - and here
the story begins to capicollo down, in which the protagonists of the story begin to blow it apart, the rain, in the blood of a tale of eco-mafia.
I lift my eyes from the keyboard and see with eyes the smell of the river, passing waitress barettino where I took refuge to write to ask if they have bread, I wanted to take it and give it to children to eat the freshly caught red fish, ask, go back and tells me that there 'is bread.
is true they are a tourist, but I'm not here to see the city and I'm not here to waste money, what is needed to blend into the population at least minimally, of course I can not get the almond-shaped eyes, but not necessarily every time I should ask for half an hour if I want a pair of RaiBan chip price ... maybe I'm just a little tired from the walk with a full belly that brought me here and a little tired of the race in the rain ... one of the characters the book that dragged me to imagine the situation fully.
realize now that even better where I am starting once again to hear the noise of traffic coming from the road behind me, in the meantime I ask if I want another pair of glasses and tables occupy the other tourists around.
I am sixteen and are undecided what to do, I had to leave for Cambodia, but there was no room on the bus and I booked for tomorrow morning at seven , day trip, twelve hours, we hope that there is a nice view.
Now back in the room of my new hotel, but it seems to laugh at the Duna Hotel, nothing to do with our adventure in the past one year versilia ago, a small hotel by eighteen dollars, where I have to do is sleep, which I hope has at least a decent connection so I could watch a movie before falling asleep.
soon
KCl
one of the more thoughts that I love and I share
one of the people I want as a model for my future
"The views that I have been trained and the conclusions I have reached are not final. I could change them at any moment, I have nothing new to teach the world. Truth and nonviolence are as old as the hills. I just tried to put them into practice on a wider scale possible. Sometimes I'm wrong, but I learned from my mistakes. Life and its problems have become so for me the land on which to test in practice the truth and nonviolence. "
-Mahatma Gandhi-
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