It may be an ordinary day for these two Vietnamese vendors, but it is not for me. It’s not everyday I am in Ho Chi Minh. It’s not everyday I get to photograph Vietnamese people doing their thing and living their lives. Nope, it is not an ordinary day.
I am not going to lie, I became immensely curious about Vietnam’s history because of the West End musical, Miss Saigon which I had the privilege of watching on CD back in high school. I vividly remember my history teacher dividing the class into two groups, instructing each one to present a musical play as a quarterly project. My group mates, for some demented reason, concluded that I would be the one to direct our own rendition of the play. I reluctantly obliged due to the fact that I had never been involved in any theater production. It was basically a herculean task for me. But as far as I recall nobody wanted to take the responsibility, so me and my hero-complex-self at the time stepped up to save the day.
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