
“In Việt Nam, time is elastic.”
We’ve arrived smoothly dodging the super typhoon that missed Hong Kong, we’re very thankful and happy to be in the Old Quarter of Hà Nội.
Nguyễn Thanh Thưy, the first of many new friends I’m going to meet here in Hà Nội and who you see in the above photo, joins Jan, me and composer Vũ Nhật Tân for lunch yesterday at Ngôn in the French Quarter of Hà Nội. She shared a riveting memory of her first trip to the West, which was to Zürich in Switzerland.
She became very nervous and confused when confronted for the first time with a Swiss timetable to use mass transit. “Are these people insane? Nothing needs to be this precise! And people stared at their watches, annoyed if the bus arrived late!” I think the Vietnamese version of “Toto, we aren’t in Kansas anymore” started in her homesick young mind.
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