A familiar bend ...

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It's nearly three months now since my trip to Vietnam. The images that greeted and made that journey are now in a slideshow. Boxed, outlined, trimmed, and sorted. 

In most days, I ask how do we receive stories told and keep in touch with the characters that so graciously welcomed us? - it's the same question that follows without a shadow each time we find our feet in someone else's world.

I tried not to pay  attention - plastered the images and hid them 'externally' with a USB. 

But some characters are determined to stay and some need not your permission.  They simply follow you and you can't ignore them.

I met some of them, in Tien Lu, Vietnam.  These characters live 2 hours and a half away from bustling Hanoi.

 

 

Their stories have different beginnings but all tend to follow a certain bend.
A young lass in heels making her way to the corn fields ...
A grandfather using all the words he can think of to convince his neighbors to fence ponds ...
A mother of two waking up early to prepare breakfast for her family and immediately makes a trip to meet another families ...
A young male doctor settling in a leaking and poorly lit clinic ...

 

 

 

I met them somewhere in that bend ...