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26942d0
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I was certain t find the familiar sting of salt, but what I needed to know was what kind: kitchen, sweat, tears or the sea.
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writing
vietnamese
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Monique Truong |
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6290f96
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Alcohol, I had learned, was an eloquent if somewhat inaccurate interpreter. I had placed my trust that December night in glass after glass of it, eager not for drink but for a bit of talk.
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asian-american
vietnamese
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Monique Truong |
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5b1ada1
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All my favorite establishments were either overly crowded or pathetically empty. People either sipped fine vintages in celebration or gulped intoxicants of who cares what kind, drowning themselves in a lack of moderation, raising a glass to lower inhibitions, imbibing spirits to raise their own.
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writing
asian-american
vietnamese
wine
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Monique Truong |
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daec923
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The rural Vietnamese was not regarded simply as a pawn in a power struggle but as the active element in the thrust. He was the thrust.
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vietnam-wa
vietnamese
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Howard Zinn |
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add8104
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That night the mosquitoes ate us up. I had bites all over my body. Back home I thought mosquitoes never bit black people. Not as much as they bit white people, anyway. Maybe Vietnamese mosquitoes just bit blacks and whites and didn't bite Asians.
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mosquito-bite
mosquitoes
vietnamese
white
bite
black
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Walter Dean Myers |