Hanoïed is an endless train ride in the heat of Vietnam.
« They say that the East is where to go for the trip of your life. They say that travelling shapes character. They say that to test their feelings, lovers should live it abroad. All of this was true. Vietnam changed us. Vietnam was our Vietnam. I left you there in Vietnam, M.I.A.. and for me, home was never the same again. This poem is a defoliated part of our personal jungle. It’s a raw and still smoking patch of our sentimental landscape. Here’s to a thruce. Here’s to memories. Here’s to peace. » -Alexandre Dostie
