Boat People Page #2

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or Malaysia.

You must have heard about

the Vietnamese who've left?

I've read something. Nothing very explicit.

There are always some who can't adjust.

Mr. Nguyen, you studied in France?

I entered the Sorbonne at 18,

and came home at 22.

That was 30 years ago.

Were you always a Communist?

I spent 10 years in jail.

Ngo Dinh Viem almost got me.

Look, they did this with a bicycle chain.

Women like to touch the scar.

Do you mind if I photograph it?

Not now.

Take one when I die. I won't mind then.

Alright!

Why did you want to talk to me?

I want to take photos of the city alone.

You mean... you don't want

Comrade Le with you?

Right!

Why not?

I want to take natural photographs.

I don't want things arranged for me.

Alright, I'll have a word with Comrade Le.

Thanks.

They're too young

Comrade Le and Comrade Vu.

They're too eager. They lose proportion.

When I see how determined they are...

I think I must have been weak

when I was young.

It makes me feel old.

You aren't old.

Recently I've been thinking

a lot about my youth...

here, Paris,

drinking French wine, eating French food...

even longing for a French woman.

I must be old!

The Revolution claimed half my life.

And now I'm old.

My mind still lives

in the colonial past.

Vietnam has won her Revolution.

But I've lost mine

I know where

to get the best French food in Danang.

I'll take you there sometime.

Get on!

Okay!

What's going on?

Be quiet and eat up. We have to go.

I'm still hungry, I want another bowl.

I don't have any more money.

Order it!

I want some...

You such a bad boy.

I'll punish you when we get home.

Take the pay.

What are you doing? My noodles!

Where are you going? Who's paying?

Forget it...

Such bad luck...

what do you kids think you're doing?

Put it down. That's mine.

- Forget it. - What's the hell!

- It's dirty. Let them eat.

- Little beggars!

You are too kind. That's mine.

Tastes good!

None for you, I want it all.

Greedy! If you drop it.

There won't be any.

Don't be afraid. I'm a foreign friend.

Your Cultural Bureau

lets me take photos.

Little boy, eat up!

Go on eating!

Can I take one of you holding him?

Just ignore me...

is that your father?

Uncle, take a picture of my mother.

Get up and take a picture, mommy.

Who is it?

Come and be in a picture, mommy.

What's the matter?

Go back to sleep, mother. It's right.

Go away and let mother sleep.

Mommy.

Who are you? What are you doing here?

I'm a reporter from Japan.

I'm here to see how you live.

You're a foreigner?

Mister, the government doesn't let us

mix with foreigners.

You'll get us into trouble

if you take photos here.

Don't worry. I have

the Cultural Bureau's permission.

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