(Version française plus bas)

You would never believe what happened to me the other day. As I was craving for some bread, I stopped at this huge bakery on my way home. As I’m taking my leave with a precious loaf a sliced bread under my arm, I suddenly stop, in sheer shock.

Ten meters away stands before me a familiar figure I haven’t seen in more than a year. Is this true? Her haircut has changed. It’s shorter. Her face is not sweaty. Unusual, for a tourist in Saigon. Her long skirt and tall figure leave no doubt. This is my friend Ariane, a delightful lady whom I met during a summer internship in Paris, a year and a half ago. Good God! I thought she was supposed to be in America!

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