Perhaps, it was first time to tell about myself without hesitate. I have always thought that it would be someone that I really care for whom I will tell the “naked” myself. Yet, as always, my prediction was so wrong; it was a stranger whose language was different from mine. Moreover, the communication with him and me was broken. Yet, I delivered the statement clearly and I could listen to his as well. His burden and my burden cannot be compared in terms of weight pressuring oneself. I have no idea whether he could somehow, at least, release his burden externally; I could feel the relief. I have expected the relief would come at its greatest figure; yet, the relief brought another congestion within myself and i still need to find out the way to release this stuck-like feeling. Perhaps, my inner concern and thoughts would not end up as a circle. I was on the wheels and the stranger was a driver whom I came up to use without reservation for the first time here in Saigon. Life is full of coincidence and how we come to meet up would be a mystery forever. Perhaps, next time I will ride on his back again but we would not recognize each other for sure. Perhaps, we would talk same thing again. Yet, I hope I would feel different if that kind of next time would come.
