Cruising the Red River
July 28th 2008 This is my 50th blog and it's about the river that carries my name. In 1954, my father, who was a teenager from southern Vietnam, traveled on a Polish ship to Hanoi for training, hoping 2 years later he would go back home as a cadre. The American war started and the country was divided into north and south for 21 years. He met my mother, a Hanoian woman, in the early 1970s. They married and settle
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