Thursday, March 6, 2014

A Place Called Home

It doesn't seem to be much.  A bicycle weighted with 60 or so pounds of promise. Up at dawn the owner will push, peddle and tow into the morning traffic on Le Loi street.  What would be a good day for this person is beyond me.  To sell something or just survive the process I am not sure.

It is a reality show without the TV commercials this life in Ho Chi Minh City.  A place that reminds me of how grateful I should feel for my luck and how I feel so much apart of life in VN.  Home, a place where being who you are is not just okay; you feel good.

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