Life in this country continuous clashes with me. Feeling almost as integrated as I could possibly be to find that I'm actually living in a cave. I try to document things with fotos but often feel intrusive and shocked.... at times even ashamed of wanting to photogragh that blind man without him knowing, or that man with the never healing open wounds on his legs rendering him imobolized, or that women who cares not about me of my pursuit to show people of her hardship, she just wants a few dong to feed whatever child or need she has at that moment.
I enjoy a very easy life here while I watch BBC news styled horrors unedited from my window, sipping at my fresh coconut juice. I find I miss what I concidered home. Living month to month, relating to people around me with common problems.
