The incontinence of the pause
Saigo amnesia In Hoshimin, the former Saigon, I rode with the mood. I always go to an unfamiliar country like this: I read something about it in advance, determine for myself or, better to say, I imagine myself the main conflicts of its history, I set up on a certain emotional wave, and then I give my guesses to face reality. It’s more interesting to ride, and the result often turns out to be unexpected - as in a well -twisted play.