A Chinese girl in Vietnam poem

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(Triolet-style poem)

<<Story related to the poem>>

The herbal medicine – sweet smell,
The Chinese songs lulled me to sleep.
My childhood memories now swell.
The herbal medicine – sweet! smell!
The home-sick Chinese tears fell,
The lonely guests in a host country.
The herbal medicine – sweet smell,
The Chinese songs lulled me to sleep!

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by manhhai.

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My owned house in Australia

I went home disappointed but one man's kind action helped us own a four-bedroom house!

I went home disappointed but one man’s kind action helped us own a four-bedroom house!

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In 1990, my six-person family emigrated and resettled in Canberra. We had to donate our highly valued house (worth an estimated $900,000 AUD now) in Vietnam, in exchange for our passports.

It’s an important Asian tradition to own, says the proverb, “A house to live and a grave to die.” But wait there’s more!

Living with the enemy

My days as a happy refugee have long ended. I feel overwhelmed by the vision that one day, this class of emigrant communist officials who were brought up with communist ideals will become powerful economic giants, influential intellectuals, elite public servants and overtake this country where I’m taking refuge and turn it into a communist one.

My days as a happy refugee have long ended. I feel overwhelmed by the vision that one day, this class of emigrant communist officials who were brought up with communist ideals will become powerful economic giants, influential intellectuals, elite public servants and overtake this country where I’m taking refuge and turn it into a communist one.

<<Facts, pictures and video clips related to this story – the Vietnamese Communists living amongst the Vietnamese refugees abroad.>>

My days as a happy refugee have ended. These days I live with the descendants of the communist officials of my other country – Vietnam. But wait there’s more!