At first landing in Vietnam I walked out of that Tan Nhat Son Airport and I remember thinking to myself about the language. I was surrounded by Vietnamese people speaking a foreign language ... THAT I KNEW! My mind was blown.
Then I remember thinking that I could have been born there to be one of these guys with these ripped jeans and flip flops.
****EDIT**** I think that book would be too long. Let's go for a short one.
This book is not happening today, but the title has been born.
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