The women who were left behind

They were the faithful, the miserable, the immoral, the beautiful,.... I couldn't forget my encounter with that poor and forlorn woman.

They were the faithful, the miserable, the immoral, the beautiful,…. I couldn’t forget my encounter with that poor and forlorn woman.

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I helped Mum preparing food for the quarterly visit to Dad’s communist prison (glossily named re-education camp) .

Six dozens boiled egg yolks were mashed and dried on an electric stove. Two sliced sandwich loaves were toasted and spread with butter mixed with sugar. But wait there’s more!

And thirty years later … poem

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(Couplet-style poem)

<<Story related to the poem>>

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The defector returns to her country,
She hears the cry, the moan of history.
She learns the wealthy communist devils
Want to migrate and mixed with other peoples.
The communist elites deem Vietnam fearsome:
“Polluted air, unsafe food and poor health system”.

Image credit
by Women in the Black.

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