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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 reprisal.


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.

Le Van 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 the war.

The American 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 French, 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 restructured the 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. This 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 the farmers to come and settle there. Few imported the utopia of the project.

They 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 accepted.

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 Vilers, from 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 19th 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 families.

In 1893, Saigon had ninety-three kilometers of streets. The city symbolized both freedom, Western principle, 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 taking shape.



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.


Le Van 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 nothing.

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 country.

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.


Le Van 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 took 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 school.

«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.

But this will allow me to defend myself if I get attack, father.

We'll see that later, not at the moment.

- Why father, it will be useful, he insisted.

- You 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!

- And if tomorrow a boy give me a beating because I wouldn't have known myself, I thank you also, dare it.

How dare you talk to me like that? I am your father, and you owe me respect! “

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?

I 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?

- Twelve years, he answered proudly.

It's 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?

My father has and he'll give me!

How's your father's name?

Le Van Vau.

Then tell him that he'll come to me. First, I need to speak with him before take you in my school.

I'll tell him where is your school?

Tell your father that I'm Sang King Luc. He'll know where to find me. Now, leave me alone.

Thank 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 his nose.

- I was attacked by a child of the streets! He answered on basis in tears.

But you should have run and run away...

That's what I wanted to do but he knocked me down and gave me kicking for not that I get up!

Come 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 arts master blood courses.

Thank you father.

But in exchange, you have to make me a promise !

Everything you want father.

Your teacher said you missed classes. You never miss any classes at school. Promises - to me!

I promise you, father!

But 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?

Never I complain, father!

And that your mother never tells me she's scared for you! These words were addressed more to the mother to the son.

She'll 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 integrated the martial arts school.


The course that gave Sang 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 office.

"Sit down, he need to talk!

- To talk? Talk about what? The only one who speaks it is you, always you...

- I wanted to tell you this. As it's been several months that you train. I want you to tell me what you've learned.

What I got...

Yes, it is insufficient to put an outfit and kicking. There is a philosophy behind it. Which you scored?

A 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.

Yes, 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!

And that is what it will bring me more?

I 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?

What is the use?

Yes, what the point you're as educated if not to serve your father?

To serve my father?

Who, 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?

- In any case, they respect me. Because of that! He says, pointing his fists.

Nobody 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 Sang..."

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.

Master Sang 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?

- I always wanted to learn to defend myself...

That say your father? Him cut off Sang.

- He does not much like it, but he knows that so I will continue to go to school.

You don't like school?

So, but I'd rather learn something else...

It is important to study. This is how comes wisdom!

Yes, I know but...

What you want to do later? Cut him again.

- I 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!

I knew that me also. My father wanted me to farmer and I grow rice all year but I refused.

You too?

Yes, 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 dreams.

My father will never accept I disobey him. He will chase me rather than suffer this insult.

- Yes, 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 master Sang 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.

But I can't choose my path without the agreement of my father? He asked, still prey to disorder.

What differentiates you from your father? Does what he does because he picked either because his own father imposed?

My 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.

Every 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 happen, 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 martial arts.

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.

- Nothing 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.

But my father won't let me live mine?

Then 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 found interesting.

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? Threw Vien.

- You 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!

How dare you do this? He insisted.

- To 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.

I asked to you for nothing!

You didn't ask? Yet when your mother fills your food you're not saying I did nothing!

- Since you don't want me to go to the school of master Sang, I would more go to college.

- I 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! “

Le 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 weren't.



Le Van 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.

Because the 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 choice?

He 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 choice.

When he retired the boxes 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.