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Drink Brother, For The Pain by Zora Mai Quỳnh

Drink Brother, For The Pain by Zora Mai Quỳnh

January 31, 1968, Tết, Huế, Vietnam 

I travel. In my sleep. It is something I have always been able to do since the first life. So when the Việt Cộng besieged our city and dragged us one by one into the streets, I was already envisioning the dense forests of the Central Highlands. All I had to do block out the chaos and fall asleep.