be warned, the content (and my fragmented line of thought) is a little disturbing…
got this strange tune since yesterday that left me head scratching searching for the source. it has to be from something very recent, but which opera??? “tà tá , tá ta ta tà tá” (if you know a tiny bit of vietnamese tones, you’d realize our 6 tones are nothing but music, and i can write any song in just such various accents and technically if i not way out of tune, anyone would be able to recognize song) . Anyhow, 2 visions (visualization? i saw nothing profound, just images) popped up in the head, one of a warm cozy room in soft yellowish light, and one of a kite flying. Though the flying kite is not the original source, it’s got a similarity nonetheless. Anyhow, here’s where the tune comes from originally, and here’s the kite flying scene, tear inducing everytime i hear it (not mentioning seeing…)
This is a movie worth seeing. Anyone who has lived in Vietnam in the late 1970s to 1980s and is an immigrant can identify with many of the scenes in it. Some of my siblings turned down watching due to fear of getting too emotional. And the janitors, the lawnmowers, recycling-collectors you encounter in the US, some were/are my relatives. An uncle told me once when he first arrived in the US, he applied for a job to clean the toilet at a university and they said he didn’t have the right qualification.
The war / after-war process result in several distinct groups of people with deep hatred. On that Tet parade i went last weekend, right in front of us was the Southern Vietnamese military contingency in all their gears waving old Vietnamese flag. From what I have heard from old relatives and people who had gone through the 1975 Fall of Saigon, it wasn’t just the communists but also the Southern Vietnamese military who were shooting at people. At the parade, I was asked first to carry the American flag, which I turned down, then old Vietnamese flag which I again turned down, and finally the rainbow flag which I gladly grabbed.
Anyhow, despite my disagreement about the war, our family and my current personal advancement are a result of the Vietnam War. And let’s round it off on a (fun) note: am always irritated with people who are soo damn freaked out about what possibly touching sh*ts shouldn’t be touching their floor/bed… Perhaps I should inform them i thrice dug through my own sh*t for something just to wash it and swallow again, yep.
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