An Afternoon in the Park with Roman
I go to Hoàn Kiếm Lake to sit down on a bench, enjoy the sunshine, and wait. Because I know that soon enough someone will sit down next to me and start a conversation.
Sometimes, when I have some free time during the day, and it’s a nice day, I like to go to Hoàn Kiếm Lake. It’s not my favorite part of the city – Reunification Park is, because it is far more removed from the endless noise of the traffic and there is just much more room to move around. I go to Hoàn Kiếm Lake to sit down on a bench, enjoy the sunshine, and wait. Because I know that soon enough someone will sit next to me and start a conversation. Sometimes it’s a vendor, but they get to the point quickly, and just as quickly I make them understand I don’t wish to buy anything. On rare occasions the vendor will stay anyway and talk to me. But, most often it’s one of the many students who wander around the lake looking for people like I. Of course the conversation always starts the same, but I try to steer them toward some more interesting subjects than my age, nationality, and job. Then, we have a fun time as they are ever friendly and eager, and I like to make then both laugh and think. It’s a lovely way to spend a few hours in the waning afternoon.
Today, though, no students sat down next to me. Today, first one of the many helpers of the many photographers of the many wedding couples who are always having their pictures taken sat down next to me. We talked for a short time in Vietnamese about his job and my job. He is 25. He said he doesn’t like his job. When I asked what job he would like better, he said he’d rather be a guard. Then, the wedding couple moved on and he had to go, too.
Then, a woman who has one leg amputated sat down next to me. She speaks English very well. She told me she sells tangerines and other fresh fruit out of her bag. She wasn’t much interested in talking, but she did ask my age, and when I told her I am 51, she said she is my age, too. But, she looks like she’s around 30, so I don’t believe her. When I asked her how she knew English so well, she would not tell me, but she said she would make a good guide, or a good translator. Then, she went off to sell more products.
My last bench partner was another vendor – postcards. He had only 4 packs of postcards, and they looked pretty worn. When I said I live in Hanoi and already have too many post cards, he sat down, and that was nice. I asked how many packs he had sold that day, and he said none. I was incredulous. So, I asked how long he had been trying, and he said since the morning. Again I asked, and he confirmed – he had sold none all day long. We talked about me, and we talked about him. He’s 24, he comes from a city not but 1 hour outside of Hanoi, he can no longer stay with his parents, he sleeps on the bench, he’s been at this since he was about 18 years old. He smokes almost non-stop and is very cheerful and very enterprising, asking me variously to be my Vietnamese teacher, my driver, my house cleaner, etc. He’s willing to talk about anything and everything.
| This event was researched and written up in both Vietnamese and English by Yên Thị Bùi, who is one of the children of the Blue Dragon, a non-governmental organization helping Vietnamese children in crisis lead productive successful lives. See http://www.bdcf.org/ to help.|
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