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April 2026

“I have dedicated my whole life to the struggle of my people. That is all I can say.” – Ho Chi Minh
The irony of Uncle Ho is that his words are everywhere in Vietnam, on every wall, in every school, on every piece of currency, quoted by a government that controls everything he said he was fighting against. He wrote about freedom and the party built a surveillance state. He wrote about the people and the party built a one-party system. He asked people to write the truth and the press is ranked 174th out of 180 countries for freedom.

But the Vietnamese love him anyway. Not the ideology. Him. The man who lived simply, wore sandals, never married, and beat both the French and the Americans. The words on the walls belong to the state. The man belongs to the people. They know the difference even if they can’t say it out loud.

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Everything in Saigon happens on a red plastic chair or stool.
In Vietnam red means luck and happiness and also “sit here, the pho is ready.” 😊

I’ve eaten the best meals of my life on red plastic chairs. Com tam suon, hunched over broken rice and grilled pork, green onion oil dripping off the spoon, my knees pressed against a table😆.

Ca phe sua da sweating in a glass, sitting so low to the ground, watching motorbikes pass.
Nobody looks comfortable on a red plastic chair. Everybody looks at home.






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