A Love Letter to Viet Nam

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It was October 1992 and I was lying beneath a mosquito net in a bare hotel room in Hanoi s Old Quarter trying to make sense of the noise outside Motorcycle horns occasionally duelled with bicycle bells Pots and pans clattered as melodic Vietnamese voices rose and fell sometimes conversational but more often urgently bellowed so that the whole neighbourhood could hear them Above me a wobbly ceiling

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