Bui Xuan Phai in his son’s eyes – Part I

The letter in wardrobe In fact, I was almost his adviser and assistant in most of problems that he found it difficult to solve. When talking to each other he used to call me "buddy", and my mother, for she found this way unreasonable, interfered: "Why do you call him buddy? You've made father-and-son talking the way of friends taking". There is a memory with father that I could never forget. At that time, I was just seventeen. My eyes started facing with problems. I needed short-sighted glasses … [Read more...]

Nguyen Tu Nghiem — A passionate artist

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(November 18, 2003) Standing in front of Apartment 110, on the ground floor of a block in Trung Tu residential quarter, Hanoi, I was looking up and down for the doorbell-button but found nothing at all. Seeing me as a stranger, a Japanese dog, with white and bushy hair, barked noisily. Following it was an elderly man on the wrong side of eighty, medium-statured, with a skin rarely tanned by the sun, in quite good shape. I understood at once the dog was his special bell. … [Read more...]