"They say you come to Vietnam and understand a lot in a few minutes, the rest has got to be lived.

The smell, that's the first thing that hits you, promising everything, in exchange for your soul. And the heat. Your shirt is straight away a rag, you can hardly remember your name, or what you came to escape from.

But at night, there's a breeze, the river is beautiful. You could be forgiven for thinking there was no war, that the gunshots were fireworks, that only pleasure matters..."