Going to Ngu Xa is also to stand in front of the red house, wistfully remembering Emilienne Ducret. But now that I don’t have a French baby to love, I’m getting to know someone else. I made friends with two orphaned sisters, very poor, living in a hut on the bank of Truc Bach lake, every day bending their backs to find shrimp and fish in this muddy lake to bring to the market. I often bring cold rice from home to the small tent for the two sisters to eat. I don’t know at that time if I loved this shrimp girl or I just felt sorry for two poor sisters! It was a kind of mixed feelings that I was always caught up in before many love affairs. Love or just love?
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