Yesterday was a strange Vietnam day. I was awakened at dawn by the sound of musicians playing for the funeral being held in the house next door. Traditional Vietnamese music sounds a lot like Indian music- lots of whining, twanging, sorrowful instrumentation. A rhythmic cacophony, if you will, that sounds doubly sad at 5:30 am. I wasn't annoyed, on
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