THE PRICE OF BLOOD
TIGER OF SAIGON
TEST OF THE PRISON
TIME OF LABOR
TIME OF THE REVENGE
The criminal world has seen characters
reach luminaries in their activities. If we know the most famous,
such as Al Capone, Lucky Luciano, or Pablo Escobar, there have been
human beings much more criminal that Al Capone, perform better than
Lucky Luciano, the gangster who said that his skills would 'directing
General Motors', or Pablo Escobar whose it was feared that his
fortune would allow him to be elected President of Colombia.
But to allow these
criminals to operate, there are places where the power is failing,
areas where all shots are allowed, so that these criminals are able
to exercise their talents. Because since the world
is society, the blood does not never stop flowing. The circumstances
make the brutality associated with the taste of the blood of these
men to allow them to reach leaders and make outsized beings, writing
their legend in red ink; blood red. Men who allow themselves even to
oppose the governing power. Without fear of risk and without fear of
Indochina, after the
second world war, because of the ambitions of independence,
experienced great upheavals that would highlight players who would
battle for the
control of the areas in their possession. In their desire to
formation, the States seek political legitimacy against all kinds of
movement calling for a part of this new legitimacy. The
representatives of these States are so anxious to remain masters of
their territories. If Ho Chi Minh kept hold of Tonkin, in North of
the country, the South was the scene of clashes between the
Vietnamese Christians, the religio-political movements, and the Binh
Xuyen, a criminal group that languished in the area of Cholon, in
West of Saigon.
Vien, nicknamed Bay Vien, was their leader and led the fight against
all those who faced him. The French soldiers, first, then the
Communists, financing its struggle with money he earned brothels,
casinos and opium trafficking that he organized with the French
secret service. He then joined the new national army with the rank of
general. When the Emperor Bao Dai was pushed out by the new
Republican leaders, he opposed them and did not hesitate to make them
support for the Vietnamese president played against him and he
managed to escape only with the support of his Corsican associates
who had the hand put on the circuits of the opium traffic.
Arrived in France, he had his days in
the company of the deposed Emperor, Bao Dai, leading the high life in
Paris and on the Riviera.
Saigon was the former
capital of the Nguyen dynasty in the lands of the South. Seeking
water, symbol of life, and the heat, symbol of comfort, people
install their cities near rivers or deltas, favourable to the
agriculture. Initially, the city was established along a river which
it took the name, the Saigon River, 80 kilometers from the sea.
Settling in this city, the Nguyen settled a court, an administration
and built all the buildings necessary for the functioning of their
empire. An entire population came to live in this area, servants,
merchants and craftsmen, arriving to cram around the Imperial City,
as constellations. Urbanization was formed as a conglomerate, which
many Chinese coming from the South of China that gave birth to
Vietnamese whose origin remained, like a stain.
The Chinese wore in this former
colony, bringing with them their customs and their way of being. And
with them, their confraternities which the secret society, Nghia Doa,
"Justice and harmony", Vietnamese organization affiliated
to the Thien Dia hoi, "Heaven and Earth Society", the
famous Chinese criminal organization.
Before the arrival of
the town was structured by following the stream network. In the 18th
century, Saigon became a garrison town and an administrative center,
as well as the main economic counter of the Viet Nam.
In February 1859, the
city was taken over by the French troops which conquered her. Then
opened a new page of history. Therefore, the colonial administration
urbanization by defining a land use plan as it was in other capitals
of the colonial empire. The French colonization was to mark its
presence of its footprint by following the philosophical architects
of the 18th
century who had dreamed of the perfect cities.
She entrusted the
project to Lucien Coffyn, a colonel in the civil engineering in 1862.
latter wanted to build a community of 500,000 souls on an area of two
thousand five hundred hectares. He stacked towering constructions to
the existing fabric and created a mixture of traditional houses and
modern buildings. But to make a success of this project, it should be
taken into account the climatic constraints, heat and humidity, and
the safety requirements imposed by the periods of heavy rain.
If the engineers
turned their attention to the
urbanization, the architects, them, occupied houses. They were so
inspired by the Vietnamese traditions. They were built with high
ceilings, narrow windows and, above all, flowing roofs.
The region was one
million five hundred thousand inhabitants. They needed to encourage
farmers to come and settle there. Few imported the utopia of the
organized a mass migration by then bringing an entire population,
both by conviction than by force, destroying the villages located
within 50 kilometers of Saigon and by installing the new arrivals in
new huts. Thousands of peasants were pushed into the city with the
promise of a job. Most of those who settled were of Chinese origin,
increasing the already existing urban encroachment. This mosaic
became an area where prosperity and poverty became generally
The family Van Dau so settled in one
of the new districts before emigrating in the nearby town, Cholon,
where Chinese or those who came down to. Because the Chinese were
regularly releases from local people who demanded their share of the
enrichment provided by the commercial vitality of this minority.
During the tenure of
Charles le Myre de
1879 to 1883, first civil Governor of Cochinchina, the pace of new
construction accelerated and the urban plan of the city took shape.
At the very least at the heart of the city. As in Hanoi, the streets
were laid in checkered, as were all of the colonial cities of the
century. Many channels, or arroyos, were met and became streets and
boulevards that cut at right angles to set plots allowing a better
distribution of services and development other areas of development.
The main streets had
forty meters wide. The sidewalks were wide from four meters on which
were planted of
two rows of trees on each side of the street. Side streets, they were
20 meters wide, with sidewalks of two meters and had a row of trees.
In the city center, the houses had characteristics to the Chinese.
They were narrow and high. They were used as homes and trade. The
ground floor reserved for trade while the floors were residential
In 1893, Saigon had
ninety-three kilometers of streets. The city symbolized both freedom,
that tyranny, symbol of colonization. But the city also had the
Governor's Palace, the City Hall, the Cathedral Notre Dame, the
General Hospital, but also the Municipal Theater, the post office,
Customs Service, Treasury, taxes, and the Chamber of Commerce Center.
She became a living monster species needed to guide the excitement to
do not what it turns into amorphous monster.
In 1914, Saigon became
the capital of the Cochinchina.
She was nicknamed "The Pearl of the Orient". Utopia was
The town of Cholon was
located five kilometers from Saigon. She was regarded as a Chinese
city for the vast majority of its inhabitants was of Chinese origin,
the Hoa, and was being shunned by the greater
city. Cholon meant 'Big market'. It was the great commercial center
of Saigon, whose economic growth transformed a poor society into a
rich, but unequal.
No European haven't lived there. When
they went there, it was for the kitchen and the refined pleasures
because it was there that were the two main "Dance Halls",
the "Jade Palace" and "the Rainbow".
But the French
administration decided to link both
urban areas to make only one. January 27, 1881, the Governor General
of Indochina began construction of the Saigon-Cholon tram line. The
construction of this line, five kilometers long, linked the Cholon
development to this of Saigon. But it was that in 1920 the fillers of
the swamp Boresse really allowed to bring together the two cities
through a new axis: the Boulevard Gallieni.
Dau, Father of Le Van Vien, was recognized in the landscape of
Cholon. Chinese Metis, he held the rank of Loc - chu, Patriarch, at
the top of a secret society, the Nghia Doa, "Justice and
harmony", organization affiliated to the Thien Dia hoi, "Heaven
and Earth Society", the famous Chinese criminal organization. As
a venerable, he watched over the corporation of the Coachmen of small
cars to horse, the famous "Matchbox", carrying passengers,
foreign to most. The Vietnamese, they were moving on foot or by
rickshaw. As Patriarch, he dispensed justice in his community.
It is in this
environment that Vien was born in Cholon, early
in the century. He had a happy childhood, brooded by a protective
mother and a father who brought material comfort that his lack
The first upheaval in the life of Le
Van Vien was when his father enrolled him in a Christian institution
to allow his son to acquire the necessary knowledge so he could, one
day, take the rest of its activities.
In this school, Vien learned
discipline and had to learn to forget his whims. Whims to which his
mother had always given. He was also informed the thoroughness of the
work. Not only he had to do what he was asked in school, but it also
needed to provide efforts once the course is completed. And that
annoyed him most, it was to squelch when the work he had done was not
enough to his teachers.
He had to accept the criticism and
even punishment. It was for him more than an upheaval.
Viet Nam is the
eastern part of Indochina. The country stretched along the South
China Sea on nearly five hundred thousand kilometers.
The country was
conquered by the Chinese dynasty of Han in the 2nd
century. This conquest put an end to the Kingdom of Nam Viet, which
became the province of Giao Chi. In 905, the Chinese Governor was
driven out by the people who replaced him with a Vietnamese name Khuc
Thua Du. The first national dynasty was born in 939; his throne was
occupied by Ngô-Quyên. But Dinh Bo Linh, who came to
power in 968, who gave him his name, Dai Co Viet, who will become the
Dai Viet in 1054.
The northern part of
Viet Nam, Tonkin, is a region of mountains, which culminate some more
than three thousand meters.
These mountains are carved by rivers, including the Red River, which
open plains where becomes the life of the inhabitants in a humid
climate. The delta of the Red River is the site of the two largest
cities of the North, Hanoi and Haiphong. Hanoi was built in the 11th
century by the Ly dynasty. The next dynasty, the Tran, repulsed the
Mongols under Chinese pressure that annexed once again the country
for more than a century before. Until the arrival of the Lê to
regain independence. But during their reign, the country split into
two parts to the 16th
century: the Lê in North and the Nguyen in the South in Hue.
To the South lay the Cochinchina. It
was a low region constituted essentially by the Mekong delta and
where most settlement in the country, Saigon.
The two dynasties will
be a war fierce for half a century. This anarchic period favored then
the arrival of the Europeans. But the installation of the French
intervened only in the 19th
century when the French helped Nguyen Anh to take the power. He
became the Master of the Viet Nam under the name of Gia Long and
founded the Nguyen dynasty.
Indochina was the name
of the colonies or French
protectorates located in Southeast Asia. She understood Cochinchina,
Cambodia, Annam, Tonkin, Laos and Kouang-tcheou-wan.
The first French
were established by the agents of the French company of the Indies at
the end of the 17th
century, when they were driven out of India. These missionaries
settle in Dai Viet. But the colonization not intervened under the
Second Empire, when Napoleon III signed a commercial Treaty with Siam
in 1856 and set up commercial counters in Cochinchina. This was the
beginning of the colonization process.
In 1859, Rigault de
Genouilly occupied Saigon. In 1862 the Eastern Cochinchina was ceded
to the France by the
Emperor Tu Duc. A year later, Admiral La Grandiere obtained that
Cambodia is placed under the protection of the France. In 1866,
Doudart de Lagrée and François Garnier explored the
delta of the Red River and occupied the Tonkin. But it was Jules
Ferry which launched the policy of intervention in 1884 and obtained
the recognition of the French presence on Annam and Tonkin by China
through the Treaty of Tien-tsin. The French dominated then across the
The colonial empire began immediately
in place and it was in 1887 that the Indochinese Union was created.
Laos joined the Union in 1893 and Kouang-tcheou-wan in 1898.
The Chinese arroyo was called
'Roseauville'. It was in this tangle of sampans Chinese junks and
barges that lived in the greater promiscuity of thousands of
families, men, women, children, crammed into makeshift shelters
mounted on boats which were used as residences and transport systems.
Vien went every day at her school through the quiet streets that his
father forced him to take. But his spirit of curiosity inspired him
to discover other horizons. One day he overstepped its duty and spent
one day in a crowded street where he witnessed a scene that marked
him. An old man, sitting at a table to enjoy a tea was admonished by
three boys apparently inebriated.
"I'll fix you, he
said turning to them. Go your way and return to get drunk you! “
But the three boys
wanted to hear. The most
audacious of them ventured to give a punch to the face of the old
man. Dodged and seized her wrist then made him an armlock before
giving him a kick to the back of the knee to bend the leg. A second
took advantage that he was turning back to hit him, but left-handed,
he also took her wrist and turned to the side, forcing the boy to
bend not that breaks his wrist. The third acts then, and struck a
kick in the back. The old man suffered the blow, let go the two boys
and rushed toward him, multiplying kicks until the boy screams at him
to stop. The first returned to the charge and sought to surround him.
The old man leaned forward and managed to pass over him. He turned
back to the second who, before this muscular opposition, preferred to
go running without asking his rest.
The time he turns, the
other two boys did the same. The old man is sat down at his table and
over his cup of tea. He laid his hand on his side in the place where
he had received the kick and the rubbed to get pain.
On his way home, he recounted the
scene to her father, telling him that he would like to learn this
technique that would allow him to defend himself against some boys at
«You have a lot to teach my son
and is not wasting time to learn how to fight you know things
allowing you to have a respectable career where you get experience to
have a nice house and a financial situation to raise your children.
this will allow me to defend myself if I get attack, father.
see that later, not at the moment.
father, it will be useful, he insisted.
still have to learn some things. When you learn these things, so
we'll see. But for the moment, there is not question! Cut his father
on a sepulchral tone.
It was the first time that Vien was an
annoyance on the part of his father. But be reassured him by saying
that it was also the first time that he was asking him something. He
returned to his room disappointed.
The next day, his father returned to
talk about their discussion of the previous day.
"You're not one child like
others, Vien. I have an important position and I expect you learned
everything I could not learn at your age. Later, you'll thank me!
if tomorrow a boy give me a beating because I wouldn't have known
myself, I thank you also, dare it.
dare you talk to me like that? I am your father, and you owe me
It was the last
conversation they had on the subject. But
he did not stay there.
He returned to the
place where he had attended the fight, decided to get in contact
with the old man. But the man did not return. He turned in the
surrounding streets to find him but it took him several days to
achieve. He well recognized that man stood at a table sit drinking
tea. Although back, Vien recognized him. Without be disassembled, he
went to meet him and stopped a meter from him. The man felt his
presence and laid his cup, expecting an invective. As it did not
come, he turned and saw the child of twelve, staring at him.
"What do you want? He asked her.
But no sound came out of her mouth.
"So talk, what do you want?
saw you the other day when the three boys assaulted you. I would like
to learn how to defend me like you did. “
The old man stared at
him in fixing him.
He wanted to know the determination of the boy and probe his will.
Vien issued a smile, his juvenile gaiety revealing a form of ardor
that is reflected in the dark eyes of the old man.
"How old are you?
years, he answered proudly.
a good age to learn certain things. But for the Viet Vo Dao or
Chinese boxing, it's a little late. You have to work hard to learn
fast and spend a lot of time with me. Do you have the money to pay
for the class that I'll give you?
father has and he'll give me!
your father's name?
tell him that he'll come to me. First, I need to speak with him
before take you in my school.
tell him where is your school?
your father that I'm Sang King Luc. He'll know where to find me. Now,
leave me alone.
you master. "
Vien knew that his
father would never accept to meet the master of martial arts. He
was convincing to change his father's mind. He then imagined how on
his way home.
He crossed a street boy, recognizable
to the dirty and used clothing he was wearing.
"Hey you! Addressed him the bum.
Usually when this
happened, Vien would run to avoid the invective of the street
children. That day, he decided to front, motivated by his discussion
with master Sang.
But also with an idea behind the head.
"That happened to my son? Asked
the mother saw her son back swollen face and the blood flowing from
was attacked by a child of the streets! He answered on basis in
you should have run and run away...
what I wanted to do but he knocked me down and gave me kicking for
not that I get up!
on son, I'll take care of you. “
His mother took care of him with
attention. While she cleaned, he continued to cry and complain. He
knew that she would speak to her father and he had more than to blame
him for refusing him learning of martial arts.
A week later, his
father went to master Sang.
"I didn't know
what to get you for your birthday so I decided to join the martial
in exchange, you have to make me a promise !
you want father.
teacher said you missed classes. You never miss any classes at
school. Promises - to me!
promise you, father!
I warn you that to any complaint of yours, I'm taking you off this
school. I never want to hear you complain of being hurt, you hear me?
I complain, father!
that your mother never tells me she's scared for you! These words
were addressed more to the mother to the son.
never tell you. Vien took his mother's hand and approached her. Thank
you, whispered in his ear, knowing she had to tanning her husband so
that he accepts to enroll him in the school of master blood.
A week later, Vien
martial arts school.
The course that gave
King Luc, a master in martial arts, boxing thai, Chinese boxing, and
Viet Vo Dao, were followed by dozens of boys wanting to learn these
formidable combat skills. But there were also men, sometimes even the
soldiers, to learn certain techniques before entering military
schools to become officers.
It was a tough school but Vien showed
himself equal to the effort. And the beatings he received at every
fight, he could not complain, despite the bruises he wore in the
face. Over the coming weeks, his character was formed and became
increasingly hard. With him but also with others.
His father, expert in dealing with
others, felt and wanted to teach him control of him pushing him into
a corner. He succeeded so that, over time, the relationship between
the father and son became more and more tense.
So much so that one day after
returning from the bathroom, he felt anguish seize and legs waver. He
knew that his father would still provoke and seek to push. His
optimism disappeared. Without realizing it, his pace slows down and
it was almost dragging my feet as he entered the House.
"Come see me my son! Shouted the
father of his office.
He took the time to ask her purse
containing her kimono and advanced as far as the front door of the
"Sit down, he need to talk!
talk? Talk about what? The only one who speaks it is you, always
wanted to tell you this. As it's been several months that you train.
I want you to tell me what you've learned.
it is insufficient to put an outfit and kicking. There is a
philosophy behind it. Which you scored?
philosophy? But I'm not practicing martial arts to hold a philosophy.
It is at school that I learn it. Boxing is used to defend themselves,
to an opponent to show him that it is not afraid of him.
but there is a philosophy behind it. We are not the roosters who are
content to fight. I have not registered you in this battle for this
school. I want you to teach the philosophy of martial arts, the
technique of self control. This is why you must hold more than how to
kick an opponent!
that is what it will bring me more?
already told you that I have responsibilities and you have to be able
to one day take my place, insisted the father. That's why I'm giving
so much education. Otherwise what is the use?
is the use?
what the point you're as educated if not to serve your father?
serve my father?
do you think, will be interested in you, if it isn't your family. Do
you think that those with whom you share the ring interested in you?
any case, they respect me. Because of that! He says, pointing his
will look at you if you don't have a rank which gives you a position.
And the position, it's me who give it to you! Not your master
That's why his father had consented to
it to go to the school of martial arts master blood. Not that he
learn a philosophy. In truth, it was just to be at his service.
This was the beginning
of a disgust, not to say a rejection of what his father meant. He had
to comply or leave. He had no choice. He had to accept the lifestyle
of his caste. A not easy decision. We accept it and
we integrated the caste or was denied and the caste rejected you. His
father knew and he held to that resume the management of family
affairs. That was why he was trying to make him a strong personality.
But just saw things differently. For
him, his father belonged to another era, another time. He looked at
it as a sovereign who refused that his son is not resumed the throne.
It was the duty of the rightful heir.
Time passed and the confrontations
continued. Someday, just tried to explain to his father that he would
like to do something else that take over the management of its
affairs. But it called him a fool and drove him from his office.
Vien was more
uncomfortable when he thought in the future that his father wanted
for him. The
father's vision was not his. And as time passed and more he dreaded
the time to enter in the service of his father. More anxiety became
overwhelming. But it was how his learning of business was planned.
He continued his
training, neglecting more the
courses that he had to follow to the school. He submitted his body
and his mind to the ancient art of martial arts, hardening her
muscles, the slice of her hands, her fingers, her feet up to make
them hard as the hardest of the leathers. Her elbows and knees were
also hardened to make weapons. He learned to know the weak parts of
the human body, the places where the shots were more than others. And
then, in fights with other students, you taught him to guess the
opponent calls by setting only his eyes.
took a liking to him. He loved the determination of this boy who
didn't have cold feet. But we had to channel his enthusiasm until it
doesn't overflow. One day, he proposed to stay and talk after school.
Vien could not expect better.
"You show always working hard in
training. What motivates this desire?
always wanted to learn to defend myself...
say your father? Him cut off Sang.
not much like it, but he knows that so I will continue to go to
don't like school?
but I'd rather learn something else...
is important to study. This is how comes wisdom!
I know but...
you want to do later? Cut him again.
do not know. My father wants me to replace, but I don't like the
numbers. Then count all day, it's not for me!
knew that me also. My father wanted me to farmer and I grow rice all
year but I refused.
me too. I've known the promises, tears and threats. But my choice was
made. Disobedience is a virtue when it allows us to live out our
father will never accept I disobey him. He will chase me rather than
suffer this insult.
I've been there. I left also. It is a difficult choice, but he must
choose between accepting the choices of others and live your dreams.
We always think to hurt his family when we start living our dreams.
But those who truly love us will be happy to see us happy. I chose...
This discussion allowed him to take
insurance. He began to respond to mockery and the provocations which
were made by those who were bigger and looked at him like a little.
He did not hesitate to fight bigger, bigger or stronger than him. His
right hook sent more than one down.
Private lessons of
continued, feeding the bitterness of Vien.
"Don't try to be one you don't
want to be and who shines in the eyes of others. Try to be you, to
make you hear as you hear it, it is as you live your dreams.
I can't choose my path without the agreement of my father? He asked,
still prey to disorder.
differentiates you from your father? Does what he does because he
picked either because his own father imposed?
father took over the activities of his father when he moved to Saigon
and Cholon. And he wants to turn, I take over. He told me that it was
the only way to be someone and to be respected.
person on Earth has the right to respect. No one is useless. Each has
its importance. But the only ones who are really happy are those who
live the life they were desired, without submitting to the desires of
others or their looks. That is the difference. “
And what had to
happened. His father was advised by the teachers more attending some
courses such as philosophy, he refused to learn, because his father
always asked what the philosophy he derived from the practice of
His father decided to
show him who was the authority in the house.
He waited for his son to come home and left her. He went to the
school of master Sang and informed him that his son would come over
to his classes. When Sang King Luke asked him why, he replied that he
no longer needed his lessons and he had to learn more important
things. The master had to settle for this response.
"It's not fair!
Cried Vien when master Sang
informed him that his father had passed the day before to unregister
him from the school.
is unfair. We are all free to do and to love or not to love what we
do. And it is that when we love her, that we truly live our dreams.
my father won't let me live mine?
release you it or continue to hear what others want for you. Your
father chose your fate since the day you were born. And if you give
up your dreams, you don't accumulate what guilt because you have
given to the fear of the unknown. If you decide to break these
chains, you'll have to do it quickly. The longer you wait, and more
their obstruction will be difficult to untie! “
The message was understood. So when
Vien returned home, he went home at a pace that surprised him. He was
angry and his father would struggle to calm him down. So on the way
back, his anger was fed by itself. It was better that there is a good
reason for having dared to remove it from the only school that he
He went directly into
the office of his father entering the house.
The door was closed but he pushed her without waiting that it be
permitted to enter.
' How dare you do this before me?
didn't never learned in this school of cocks otherwise you don't you
would be allowed back in my office while I tell you!
dare you do this? He insisted.
make you understand that I picked you another destiny. I work hard
every day to build a future and you should thank me for it.
asked to you for nothing!
didn't ask? Yet when your mother fills your food you're not saying I
you don't want me to go to the school of master Sang, I would more go
give you a week to get it together. The eighth day, if you don't go
back to school, I'll throw you out. You are warned! “
Van Tau was ready to disown his son if he refused to take his
statement. It was easier to reject the son, even if this choice was
difficult, rather than admit that he refused to belong to his caste.
In these cases, the ties of blood counted little. Not to say they
Vien couldn't just sit at home to wait for his father to decide for
him. What caused the most anger, it was the paternal condescension.
For him, the world in which he grew up had lost its meaning. It no
longer meant nothing if it wasn't one to accept the choices of
others, in this case his father. A gap had appeared and had
definitely increased the exchanges between the father and the son.
They were tense are reaching their breaking point.
things did not get better. As time passed, more reports to come with
his father is worse. And rather than accept their disagreement, he
insisted to blame her for having a different view of his own. He was
fatherless, a son of person. He had to build a different future, and
for this he had to erase his past. The myth of Œdipe, full of
pride, there made any sense.
He thought of the
words of his father "I picked you a destiny." He refused
his father chooses for him. For
Vien, there is no forced destiny. He didn't feel beholden to no
obligation and wanted to build his own destiny.
He was thirteen years
old and decided to leave the family home to no longer have to deal
with the complaints of his father. He preferred a less comfortable
life and a future less secure rather than continue to suffer the
endless recriminations paternal. He left a morning hiding affairs of
spare under loose clothing he was wearing. But at the time where he
walked away from the house, he was frightened at the idea of not
having a place to go and wander aimlessly in the city. The
uncertainty was always a sign of concern. The day seemed suddenly
sad. He looked all around him and then undertook a step on the road.
Without looking back. He walked by trying not to worry about
anything. As in a dream. Nothing didn't need him, nor the place where
he was feet, nor there where its not led him. Had he made the right
is rubbed his eyes as if to chase away his doubts, tears that were
likely to arise or a painful image, who did not want to leave.
Perhaps the one who asked him where he'd be sleeping this evening...
After a few moments of
anguish, he pulled himself together, thinking back
to a sentence that master Sang said to him "who went in pursuit
of his dreams, will be disappointment, but he will never regret his
choice. Each difficult period as you will know, remember that the
warrior who loses a battle is not defeated if he has not lost his
life. If he survives to the defeat, he is still alive, which is a
victory. So it can go back to the fight. “
Didn't matter it what
would happen. He was free. Free to trust him, to choose its future.
He began a new life with the enthusiasm of the innocent, crossing the
rift that separated its existence in two and found himself on the
other side, gun of his hopes and his
dreams. He wanted to be part of this new breed of young people
seeking to upset the order of things, to build their own future,
perpetual dissatisfied wanting to push aside the rules. He wanted to
catch up for years that he felt lost because others had decided for
him. He was young and had enough enthusiasm for wanting to share it
with others. He began looking for a group that could accommodate him.
He went in the
neighborhood Câu Muoi and landed in the corner of a street to
observe. The street was full of people in business: drawers
of water, of bags of rice, itinerant merchants of soup or tea,
sellers of good-luck charms, but also girls who hailed passers-by
offering them their favors. Most were old, and some were even more
holes than teeth when they smiled.
He stayed there for
hours, waiting for that someone will notice. But no one noticed this
streets boy coming to increase even further the number of abandoned
children hanging out in the neighborhood. Hunger began to tug him. He
opened his bag and went out the biscuits he had taken.
When the solar disc began to fade, his
anxiety grew. Where was he going to sleep? He decided to change place
and hid behind a pile of boxes after ascertaining that there are no
rats. He crept into the largest of them, took a second as he put on
his shoulders. It was far from what he had hoped, but this was only
his first day away from home.
Something in his head told him that
his parents would be looking for him, and they would understand that
he was ready to live like an orphan rather than accept the fate that
his father intended him. And when he'd be back at home, it would be a
winner. And his father would dare never to admonish him.
But when the
day broke, he found the reality of things. He was alone. Should he
take the risk of returning to the family home? No, certainly not. Not
now. He would return only if his parents ask him. Her parents...
especially her mother. He doubted that his father would accept his
When he retired the
that had served him as roof, he felt a chill. Was it the cold or the
fear? He felt his sore muscles. He again left the biscuits and only
stopped when the package was empty. Now he was thirsty. He would buy
a cup of tea that did it as much as she would quench. He began
looking for a street vendor.
He took the time to taste the best tea
he had never swallowed and took a second. He had to give the time for
reflection about what to do with his day. If he was recovering at the
same location one we notice it finally? Alternatively, should it seek
somewhere else? What do I do? He decided to change the location
before deciding to return to the place where he had spent the day of
the day before.
The first person to speak to him was a
skinny boy who must have been the same age as him. He paused while he
walked a step alert.
"What is your name? He asked her.
name is Le Van Vien, he replied after a moment's hesitation.
no, he replied without taking the time to reflect.
were already there yesterday. You got lost?
no, he repeated.
run a sampan on the Chogao channel, and I need someone to help me. If
this tells you, I will share with you the price they give me for the
transport of the Paddy. “
Vien hesitated a few moments before
"How much is it?