Category Archives: Văn

Cai tù và tù nhân

Côn Đảo, tháng 10, 1969. Trung sĩ Đặng Ngọc Lợi thấy chiếc Peugeot mui trần màu bordeaux từ đâu đến đỗ ngay trước mặt. Ngồi trên bậc tam cấp, Lợi chống cằm nhìn chiếc xe, tự hỏi tại sao lại có chiếc xe sang đến vậy ở nhà tù Địa Ngục Trần Gian này.

Năm Lợi 18, Lợi thi rớt tú tài đôi, gia đình sợ Lợi sẽ phải đi lính. Mà đi lính, dù là lính Việt Nam Cộng Hòa, súng ống đầy mình, máy bay đầy trời, lại có đại gia Mỹ chống lưng, cũng chẳng dễ gì còn sống để về nhà. Bằng nhiều cách, gia đình giúp Lợi đi lính nhưng không phải ra trận – Lợi được vào Quân trường Đồng Đế ở Nha Trang học lớp hạ sĩ quan, ra trường được làm trung sĩ quân cảnh. Ở Sài Gòn đứng đường chận bắt lính tráng say sưa phá phách được khoảng một năm, Lợi được thuyên chuyển về làm cai tù ở Địa Ngục Trần Gian. Ngày nhận được lệnh mới, Lợi thở dài: “Cai tù Côn Đảo. Nghề quái dị gì vậy? Mình là quân cảnh thì cai lính, chớ sao cai tù?” Continue reading Cai tù và tù nhân

Vườn mía Dương Minh Châu

Truyện ngắn

Mình lặng yên đứng nhìn mẹ cả tiếng đồng hồ lom khom trong vườn mía héo queo. Mẹ ngồi dưới cây mía héo, hai tay xoa xoa gốc mía một hồi, rồi đứng dậy, chầm chậm bước tới cây mía héo kế đó, lại lom khom ngồi xuống xoa xoa gốc mía, và cứ tiếp tục như vậy… Mình nghĩ là mẹ đang nói lời chia tay cuối cùng với từng cây mía chết, cho nên mình tôn trọng phút giây thiêng liêng của mẹ.

Sắp đến giờ đi học, mình đành lí nhí: “Chào mẹ, con đi học”. Không thấy mẹ nói gì, mình lặng yên đi. Continue reading Vườn mía Dương Minh Châu

Rescuing a baby barn swallow

Sapa corner

Dear Brothers and Sisters,

One morning in mid-April, while my parents and I were in our kitchen, we heard the chirping sound of a barn swallow couple. 

As usual, we thought this couple just sang cheerful songs to start a new day and send love to their newborn babies. However, the sound of these birds got more urgent, louder, and longer. They even glided around their nest under the kitchen porch roof as if they wanted to alert something. 

Continue reading Rescuing a baby barn swallow

Saleswoman in Phú Nhuận

Dear brothers and sisters,

I didn’t know her name. She was about 70 years old, thin, small and very agile. She sold household appliances such as water pipes of all sizes. Her shop was in Phú Nhuận district.

I knew her because I often walked across her shop. Every time I saw her sitting on the steps of her shop, I nod (meaning saying hello) and smiled. We knew each other like that. No one said anything to anyone. Sometimes I went into her shop to buy tiny items. Continue reading Saleswoman in Phú Nhuận

Ms. Thư’s family – vegetables

Dear brothers and sisters,

Ms. Thư’s family sold vegetables. In addition, she also sold sugarcane juice, coconut juice and cơm bình dân. She was 35 years old and the main seller. Her dad, her mom, sometimes her older sisters and her grandchildren were the side sellers.

I knew her in the Covid time. During that time, shopping at the markets and supermarkets was very difficult. Luckily, there were some people who opened shops right in their houses. Ms. Thư’s family were one of those people. Her house was about 100 meters from my home. Continue reading Ms. Thư’s family – vegetables

Neighbourhood

Dear brothers and sisters,

Next door to my home was a famous journalist and his wife. His wife was 60 years old with the gentle face.

The first time we talked to each other, it was in the evening, when I was watering the plants on my balcony and she was watering the plants on her balcony. These two balconies – one high and one low, and they were also a bit far apart. We stood leaning against the railings of each home to talk. We talked for an hour. Cool wind, and the moon above our heads was bright. Continue reading Neighbourhood

An An

Dear brothers and sisters,

An An is the cute daughter of my friend. One time in early 2022, 3-year-old An An and I played on the shared balcony of my home and my neighbor’s house, where there were many flower pots.

I had a rosary with a cross around my neck. When I bent down to play with An An, the cross swayed outside my dress, so An An saw. The little girl held the cross with her tiny fingers, looked intently and said nothing. Continue reading An An

Ms. Nết – areca trees

Dear brothers and sisters,

Around my home in District 1, there were many beautiful streets. I loved every street corner and every tree there, including a small street near my home. The road was short, 20m long. One end of the street had 3 areca trees. Every time I went on the street, I always felt romantic and remembered the song:

“…Areca flowers fall white in my yard
The fragrance of areca flower lingers around the betel garden…” Continue reading Ms. Nết – areca trees

Tip

Dear brothers and sisters,

I usually tip people who provide me services. Drivers, waiters, electric and water repair people… However, I cannot tip the restaurant owner because s/he may see that as an insult to him/her.

I usually tip 10-20%. It’s not only when I have money, but also when I have very little money, I still tip.

Tipping is a very easy and simple way to say “thank you”, and the person you tip is always happy.

Share with you.

Have a nice day.

Phạm Thu Hương

Bánh canh cá lóc in District 12

Dear brothers and sisters,

Once in District 12, I saw a restaurant in Chợ Đường selling bánh canh cá lóc (snakehead fish noodle), eating along with bitter herb (rau đắng). Because I had never eaten this dish, I went in to try it. They cooked very well, I liked it very much.

It was around 2pm, not rush hour, but the restaurant was still crowded. Among them was a guy about 35 years old, he ate the biggest bowl. In addition, he added into his bowl 5 raw eggs. An average person could not finish a big-sized bowl here, but this guy got the big bowl plus five eggs. Imagine that! He scared me.

A funny story along the way, sharing with you.

Have a nice day.

Phạm Thu Hương

Ms. Bé selling coconut juice

Dear brothers and sisters,

On Thanksgiving 2020, I invited my friends and neighbors to enjoy a party. Among the guests was a woman selling coconut juice at the street where I lived.

She was about 40 years old, no marriage, no children, and usually wore her long hair down to her shoulders. Her store was a sidewalk cart, without a name. Old tables and chairs, people no longer used them, she picked them up to use. Continue reading Ms. Bé selling coconut juice

The rock

Dear brothers and sisters,

3 Years ago, one time I saw a nice rock at an ntersection by my house in District 1, so I wanted to bring it home.

The rock was quite heavy. It was 15cm high, 20cm long and 12cm wide. So I asked my friend to help carry it. My friend carried it for a few meters then stopped because it was heavy.

A young man drinking coffee nearby ran over to help me get it. He carried it 5 meters then stopped.

A Grab driver saw this. He loaded the rock on his motorbike, took it to my house, and then carried it up the stairs of the apartment building. I handed the Grab driver some money to say “thank you”, but he refused.

So touching.

Share with you.

Have a nice day.

Phạm Thu Hương

A few seconds in the elevator

Dear brothers and sisters,

I live in a high-rise apartment complex. Today I got into the elevator on the 1st floor and saw 3 little girls and 1 young woman from the basement. All of them I have never met before.

The elevator is 2 meters long, but they stood very close to the door and the floor number board, so it was a bit cramped. After pressing my floor number, I noticed the youngest girl, about 3. She was wearing a short, flowing dress like a princess, so I said, “Wow, you look so beautiful in a princess dress.” The girl looked at me with her wide eyes and said nothing. Her hands grabbed the iron bar surrounding the elevator, then she swung up and down. I glanced at the woman on my right. She was bowing her head and did something with her phone. Continue reading A few seconds in the elevator

Serving

Dear brothers and sisters,

There is an area near my home where many Koreans live, but some Vietnamese open restaurants selling Vietnamese food there too. Last night, my friend and I went to eat pho there.

When the waiter, about 19, brought out our 2 bowls of pho, he held each bowl with his index fingers and thumbs of both hands, by the rim of the bowl – the two thumbs inside the rim, the two index fingers outside the rim, to lift the bowl from a tray, and put the bowl down on the table in front of us. He did the same when he lifted the two coconuts. He pressed his thumbs against the drinking hole of the coconuts. Continue reading Serving