Finding a Voice in Vietnam

Rice paddies, orderly and green, stretched out on either side of us as we bounced along a red-clay road on the motorcycle belonging to the family of my traveling companion, a former student named Tuong Nguyen. Along the road, old women carried vegetables, children ran to school, teenagers three to a bike laughed and called out to us in fragments of English.

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