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?” I asked. “Uh huh. What’s your major?” Shi asked. I hesitated for a brief second. “Literature,” I said, and giggled out of embarrassment. “Ok. You must be…
On a Wednesday, my lead texted on our team Google Chat to see if anyone wanted to volunteer for an annual Cải Lương workshop.
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.