I just finished watching Nowhere in Africa with Peggy. It’s good. Won the Oscar for Best Foreign Film a couple of years ago.
The movie made me think about my own life. If democracy were suddenly restored in Viet Nam, I’m sure my parents would want to go back. I dunno what I would do, though…
I remember when I went to Dai Hoi 2 in Paris, and when we were just talking and getting to know each other, one of the American delegates asked one of the Australian ones (I’m racking my brain, but I can’t remember their names right now…) where he lived, and he replied, “Well, my home is Viet Nam, but I’m temporarily living in Australia.” And I was just like, “Wow… this guy is hardcore.”
I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’m very proud of my Viet heritage, and I’m glad my parents took the time to teach me to speak, read, and write Vietnamese as well as teaching me the history of my people, but I feel like America is my home now. Maybe it’s because I was born here…