Nhớ Nguồn

I heard that once, during the Vietnam War, the American military planned a surprise attack against the Viet Cong. On the day of the attack, the precisely coordinated Americans got into position.  They lied in wait of the enemy. And then the lied some more. And some more. And then they started to wonder. The Vietnamese, it seemed, were mysteriously absent. However, the Vietnamese troops weren't absent at all. In fact, they had gotten wind of the Americans' plans and had instead...re-positioned themselves to catch the Americans by surprise! And that , according to my friends, is why Vietnamese people are always so late.

Over my head, I see the pastel sky,  Asleep on the black pleather, Still like a sleeping horse in green shadow.  Down the alley between the thin houses,  The vendor's bell beckons Into the distances of the afternoon.  To my right, In the fingers of sunlight between the ancient birches,  The napkins of yesterday's lunch hour  Blaze up into golden leaves. I lean back, as the evening darkens and comes on.  A swiftlet floats over, looking for home. I have wasted my life.

Luckily, I haven't induced any sudden states of somnolence in my students. ...yet.

An immaculate sheet of paper, cut, folded, creased, crumpled, can become the most delicate of flowers and the lightest of cranes. The essence of its beauty, then, is that the paper is even greater for having endured its ruinous transformation. 

"Within the first nine months of 2015, zero cases of corruption were found in this city!" "...but we're not saying that corruption doesn't exist, just that none of our inspectors caught anyone." Are you kidding me? Thank you for the freaking clarification, Ms. Nga.

Take it away, Mr. Crosby!

“Hồi trước em đi ngoài đường, thấy ông cụ kia không có chân bán bông ráy tai, nên em mua ủng hộ ông. Rồi em quay đi được một chút thì có người giật đồ của ông, tự nhiên em thấy ông cụ đứng dậy rượt thằng ăn trộm. Thế là em đứng giữa đường khóc. Xong rồi còn về gọi điện thoại kể cho bạn em nghe, vừa kể vừa khóc.” "One time, I saw an old man without legs selling cotton buds on the street so I bought some to support him. After I had turned away awhile, somebody robbed him. Suddenly, he stood up and ran after the thug. I just stood there crying in the middle of the street. I even called my friends, telling them what happened in tears."