only recently I came across this memoir by the exiled vietnamese novelist pham thi hoài immediately, the introduction raised sauseschritts attention: like clouds floating in the sky, the war was already there when i was born. i did not have to get to know it; instead, it had to come to terms with my birth. every day for fifteen years, i looked up to see the war floating slowly by. i was not an unlucky child: most of those clouds were pink. when storm clouds appeared, they only made the ones that came after seem more rosy. via open democracy
sauseschritt takes this reading as a good opportinity for a decision: to post also some key items referring to indochina, adding to the long lasting efforts to finish the book on f.k. in indochine.