A contemporary cultural magazine about Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam



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Su and Shi were twins, cousins of a family friend. “In banking? Both of you?” I asked. “Uh huh. You?” Shi asked. I hesitated for a brief second. “Literature,” I said, and giggled out of embarrassment. “Ok. You must be…
On a Wednesday, my boss asked for six volunteers for a Cải Lương workshop on our team’s Google Chat. I agreed, simply because I wanted to see a performance.
The word “cyberpunk” popped up in my mind, and I was surprised. I would never associate such a term with Vietnam and, more specifically, the old District 9.

Honking aggravates commuters — but why can’t Vietnamese stop?
Pom continued walking as he heard Tam’s footsteps fading away. He wanted to say that he could be Tam’s brother, at least. Though he felt at ease that he didn’t.