I don't know if Duras was as beautiful as Jane Maggie when she was young, with rosy cheeks, clear eyes and delicate lips, wearing a man's hat and two braids. I don't know if that man is as handsome as Leung Ka Fai. Their skin was as smooth and beautiful as silk satin in a house with a slowly turning fan by the noisy Saigon market.
I would also like to visit Vietnam if I have the chance, preferably in summer. I don’t know if it will be on the banks of the noisy Mekong River like in the movie, locals with bamboo hats are carrying bamboo baskets, green plants are growing wildly, the sun is shining directly, hot, and the air is full of ambiguous and moist breath. .
Many years ago, fifteen and a half years old Duras, wearing a dress, bare arms and calves, stood silently on the ferry, not knowing what she was expecting, fate came like this unknowingly.
In the room where the light was cut into strips by the horizontal grid on the door, the Chinese man said to the French girl, follow me, you came to me for money.
She said, I came to you for money.
But they are in love.
Love is so beautiful and sad, but vulnerable.
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