- Posted May 25, 2010 by
Ho Chi Minh city, Vietnam
This iReport is part of an assignment:
Your Vietnamese journey
When the truth hurt
( Photo, cover of the Vietnamese newspaper Tuoi Tre, with me and Nguyen Thi Thuy )
December 2009, Ho Chi Minh city,Vietnam
I had 2 days left. My trip to Vietnam, had come to an end, and I the only things to do is, buy the usally gifts and say "Bye Bye and see later" to all my friends.
Hung, my old friend and brother in arms came to my hotel. He told an amerasian lady wanted to see me if I had time.
Ok no worry, thats what I am here for, mabye I can't save the world, at least I can try.
Minus 1 day for leaving the combat zone. Its early morning and we were waiting for our last assignment in thise crusade of peace and love.
Here she came. With an shy dignify smil on her face. I could see it, she was an soul sister. African Amerasian, an other nameless victim of an past event.
Was it just an coincident, that the newspaper Tuoi Tre, had to do their last interview with me, for the vietnamese new year magasine. So they grap the chance for doing an interview with her.
She told me her touching story, she was one of the few amerasians still left in Cu Chi, the town her father met her father.
For those not familiar with Cu Chi, then it was the place where Viet Cong dig their huge tunnels, mainly to hide for the US army and the same time as an R&R for those that needed some rest from the daily dead.
Above the tunnels, Uncle Sam had their huge bases. Mini America, with all what thats mean of bars, restaurants and other basic needs, so it at least remind the GI of "The world".
Chu Chi became the home and working place for many poor Vietnamese women, looking out for an better salary and future. They did jobs as hootch maids, bar girls, secretaries and other lower educated jobs.
The jobs leaded to relationsship with the lonely Americans. And that for many showed up 9 months later, in form of an little new citizen of the world.
Americans left Chu Chi and their bases to the South Vietnamese army, that left it all in 1975.
For the amerasians and their mother. They went back to the villages or somewhere else, for live an new life.
Some came from the area and chose to live there, no matter what.
Back to my friends case. She saw almost all her amerasian friends left for the land of Hollywood. she was denied even she looked like an soul sister.
informations about her father ? I asked her. Yes she had it.
It was an goldmine of informations. Name, Year of birth,unit everything. Wonder why she was still in Vietnam.
Thanks to my hotels computer, an adress of daddy came us. Soul sister eyes were wet of tears, it was so emotionally, we all cried inside and outside.
Before she left back for her long journey to Cu Chi, she took my hand and we walk together for an small time.
An gently, strong and fragile women. Proudness and happiness, that was my feelings for helping her.
Back home in Sweden, I asked my friend to passed the fathers adress to talk to him. "Ok" he say, he lived close to it.
The answer shocked me. Daddy died 2006 by lung cancer. Distant family lived on the adress, they didn't know much about the past of the father.
An son existed, but had almost no contact with the father too, likely he lived in Califonia.
Truth !!!! Damn truth, can't denied it,can I !! I had all the facts, no where to run to. She had to know, but she's such an nice person, so friendly and proud.
Hung told her, she was devistated. The adress I gave her, was out of date, an false hope for an father and an better future.
Guilty, Yes I am guilty of giving false hope, I gave an life and I took it. Sadness will always be my soul sisters companions. Sadness what I gave her as an respond to her happy smile.
I can not write these words without feel pain and cry inside for her life and many other amerasians that are still in Vietnam, with the lost hope for an father and a better future.
Anyway to change that sadness to happiness ?? Looking for her American brother, should be the only lifeline to the past and the family.
But so far I had search in vain.
Should anyone wished to help Thuy for looking for her brother,then please contact me at: