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Once upon the time in a country far away......
Every morning, I was getting in a bus to attend the medicine faculty. The building, on top of the hill, is covered with a veil
of fog at this early morning. The sun leaving his night quarters progressively lights the whole valley, thus bringing to our
vision a multitude of small cross....lots in the horizon. Then, time stand still, suffusing everything in a deep silence.......
Then, an abundant flow of serenity filled my heart shadowed with sadness....
Viewing the small monuments
witness for the
eternity of the sacrifice of young souls: to keep me alive!...
(Saigon, Spring 1970)
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Memories, my constant companion...
As far as I can remember, my Brother was absent, gone somewhere spirited by thoughts of hope and duty, walking on the path
of his life driven by the wind. In his youth, many roads, footpaths, beaten tracks were hosting his steps with hidden agendas
and traps. Each return was the occasion of fraternal effusion and love. Rapidly he spent more and more time in the No-land zone
of his country and life. In one rendition of his engagements he was found half-dead in a small stream and miraculously brought
back to his loving family. The wounds marked his body but his spirit remained untouched. The battlefield, his new partner, called
for an ultime donation, his life! That morning the sun was shining, the warrior met his Creator!......
In this summer memorial day, he left forever.....
(Saïgon, Summer 1972)
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