a few minutes later, we stopped. as usual, it was at
a predetermined tourist stop in a small village
holding a contract with the bus company. small, cute
viet children jumped in.

"pineapple!! pineapple, mister, pineapple cheap 5000
dong you buy from me please mister please 5000 you buy
from me you buy from me first i talk to you first."

i resisted at first, but predictibly gave in, as
vietnamese pineapple is unbelievably good and 5000
dong is less that 30 cents. i began to talk with a
small girl with excellent english, no more than 10.

"thankyou. you want one more pineapple? coke? cold
coca cola? please? you?"
"no more, thanks"
"ok. ok -later. buy later. ok?"
"..."
"where you from mister?"
"im from America. are you from around here - uh.
.Dung?"
"nonono, Dung far away. i from Song."
"oh.. your english is amazing. wh-"
"i think america bad. i dont know why america, why
george bush want to go to war all of time,
imperialism, i think it very bad and very sad too,
also. also not nice."
"well, not every-
"i watch on TV and america is hurt children and i saw
the boy and he have no arms and and he have no arms!
i like arms!"