Where are you from and how long have you been here?
I come from China. From Hanoi to Saigon.
Why do you like it here? There are many motorcycles.
This city is very charming. I like the feeling of riding a motorcycle. It's windy, and I fell in love with every city here. Except Saigon.
In the end, there are more and more pedestrians on the road, and all kinds of noise are becoming more and more complicated, so it has become a city suitable for fun. After nightfall, the climax is even more important.
In Duras' memory, Saigon was a huge container. It is full of all kinds of sounds, noises and smells.
So, she wrote, "Their voices, all their voices, all their activities are like sirens, screaming at the top of their lungs, but there is no response."
"The smell of caramel invading the room, fried peanuts, China vegetable soup, barbecue, all kinds of grass, jasmine, flying dust, milk and charcoal burning. Here, charcoal fire is packed in baskets and sold along the street, so the taste of the city is the taste of remote villages in the forest. "
Just as herders are familiar with grasslands and farmers are familiar with cultivated land. She is familiar with each of their wounds. And you, you fell in love with every city here. Except Saigon.
From the moment you arrive, you are like a dehydrated fish, struggling in the noisy maze.
Old and new buildings, intricate alleys, people carrying huge backpacks and unrecognizable faces of different colors run counter to all memories, imaginations and imaginations.
Our hotel is in a narrow alley, and the entrance is almost invisible from the street. Inside, there are graffiti on the walls on both sides, and there are piles of snails on Xiao Mu's desk in the corner. No one is sitting, only a white incandescent lamp is hanging on it.
She is a descendant of China's boss-in-law, and she can speak very simple Chinese. Almost everything in the room is gone. There is a small balcony, full of dust. It makes a loud noise every time you open the door.
You can see foreigners on the opposite balcony from the window. You greet each other with a smile, and then continue to watch the sudden rain. Intensive and short-lived rainfall did not overcome the heat.
Go to the levee by car at night. In a restaurant with many locals, I ate a big bowl of beef noodles and walked a long way back slowly. What was left was the silent teenager in the seat next to him, carrying a schoolbag and wearing a blue school uniform. Thin short hair.
In the central post office, all kinds of people crowded together, taking pictures, choosing gifts, standing and writing postcards. On the towering roof, the electric fans babbled and made a tired sound. The red benches on both sides are bleak.
Walking alone in the silent street. There is no desire to take out the camera to take pictures. Here, your senses are closed and you lose interest in everything.
No secrets, private possession, and a sense of closure. All you see is the back of Saigon. It's like you're always on the opposite side of happiness. However, as a result, you can take back what you have given.
In hot weather, clothes are wet and dry. You didn't do anything. I have nothing to say to anyone, including myself.
On the last afternoon in Saigon, the same Vietnamese sat in front of the ice water shop in the alley. This alley is so narrow that only two motorcycles can pass through it.
There are various stalls on both sides. Fried rice, ice water, nameless local dishes, fruits in simple boxes. The exposed girl, chasing every single man passing by, asked: Do you want a massage?
The sound around me is always very noisy. You started a chat without salt and light. A short conversation, mixed with speculation and expression.
Then he took you to order a set of Audrey. You walked a long way in silence with each other. Through all kinds of alleys and noisy streets.
In a shop with only two young women, he helped you choose a light gray-blue coat and white pants. The fabric is smooth silk, wide and comfortable, and does not stick to the body below the waist.
Get your clothes back the day after you leave odette. You wear it on the streets of foreign countries. From time to time, people ask you if you are Vietnamese. You are silent with a smile, and their voices are behind you: You are a girl from China.
Late at night, the streets of Saigon are full of noise. Like the city of Pheromone in midsummer, there is a shadow of greed.
In the movie Lover, on a sunny afternoon, a girl followed her lover into their dating room.
The door closed behind him, and the bright light fell to the ground with the gap in the shutters. They stayed in the house for a long time. Make love, chat. Don't talk about the past and the future. Later, she went into the room alone again and again and looked at the empty house. Silence. Then leave.
In Saigon, you can't see the shadow of white girls, and you can't see China men with yellow skin.
You just heard about the girl in the northern city. She said: "None of my friends around me know the reason why I went to see the sea, because I really have never seen the sea and really want to die in it. I am really ready to die in the sea. "
Just like you, you threw yourself into the sea empty-handed again and again. Along the long coastline, all the way south. Late at night and early in the morning, I tried to make peace with myself in the embrace of the sea.