"Homeland means the bunch of sweet star fruits, homeland is the road to school... To Saigon people, homeland means reminiscing shady streets, a small room in front of the house with sunlight drifting by every morning, bustling malls, busy and crowded markets, sidewalks with beautiful young people shutlting back and forth... When these places became memories, all is as flesh and blood. Those are demolished despite of serving developing aim that is like the flesh wat cut... It is terribly painful!"
Everybody has their childhood. That can be beautiful or full of unhappiness. My childhood fixed to Saigon, a beautiful city in my heart where i had lovely friends, beloved relatives, my family, my respectful teachers. They all to me embroidered my past beautifully so that I had a childhood that was full of flowers, butterflies, lovely dreams and aspiration... Saigon mixed in my childhood romantic, lovelier and more sparkling as the fanciful Christmas scene. That lets me deserve to live proudly in this life.
You are having a copy of Saigon in My Memories. Read it and with me to be back to our childhood even sometimes there were black clouds or bitter tears. At least we had carefree and dreamy days that were surely different from the days when we are adults.
Saigon in My Memories is a fully meaningful gift for the real Saigonese, residents of generations of 4X_5X, the ones dropping by Saigon one time and even the ones who left Saigon on April, 30th, 1975.
These short writings have been published on Tuoi Tre, Phu Nu HCMC, Nguoi Lao Dong, Saigon Tiep Thi, Giao Duc & Thoi Dai newspapers, half monthly magazine Ao Trang, Catholic magazine, Tourist magazine HCMC, Saigon Giai Phong Saturday, Phap Luat magazine.
Read to remember Saigon that was not far away.