The passenger

When we meet people, we never know in advance which we will remember later. It is not a question of importance, but of "sensations". There are those who settle in you, discreetly, and then those who thunder and you disappear from existence forever - Frédéric Dard write this.

This is exactly what i like to think.

meeting people like you in SAigon is a treasure for my soul.

I would like to be this poet who emphasizes your smiles.

SAigon is a city that transforms foreigners like me. I love this city.