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8.
Television network
- Four days
into my journey, the world trembles at the sudden attack. Jeff and Nicole
whom I met came running into the hallway of the communal backpacker
area, shouting in abbreviated words "Hijack - Attacked - US!"
I rushed out in my sarong, hair in sticky mess, scrambling to rush to
a local café to watch the TV.
- In local
language it was, I was shaken just like the mills of backpackers: French,
Germans, Australians, New Zealanders, fellow Americans and American
born Chinese and Vietnamese, Japanese and a handful of Asians packed
in the tiny bar area, stared at the impossible and incomprehensible
language. There was silence throughout that night.
- Several
went on the Internet to read the news and there were network traffic
congestion. The connection ultimately came to a halt. Crippled with
language incompetence, Internet was basted, everyone's mood was at their
lowest and I am of no exception. It could have been me as I thought
to myself and suddenly, raging with fear, Tiffany is in the US - oh
no! The sudden unease and discomfort alongside with the annoying honking
of the rising traffic in the street drums up every nerve that is tied
to a time bomb.
- Two hours
later, the French backpackers translate the local French news at best
they can, the honking of the traffic out in the streets, loud as they
seemed, fades into the background in that tiny packed café. Under
the warm ceiling fan, in low dim tungsten light, every pair of eyes
was glued to the TV that now has English subtitles sporadically. Who
would have guessed that the local TV network really made provision for
the travelers in Vietnam. Among the crowd, someone shouted. "I
called the Vietnam TV network and requested for English subtitles!"
There was a short burst of chuckles in the air and reciprocal remarks,
and then it was the hissing audio sound of the TV news again.
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