There was a miserable Vietnamese born in the beginning of the Second World War, grown up during the French colonial war renewed all over his miserable country, and terminated right at the end of the American anti-communist war in South East Asia -April that 1975 miserable year. It has since been forty full years now: The tiny speck of dust has gone off the ground with the wind all the way backward, from the Vietnamese miseries through the Jewish tragedy...
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