Tuesday, 14 August 2007
One of the saddest things about the fall of Saigon was the loss. Not just the material loss of a house, furniture and perhaps valued art objects.
It was also the loss of a way of life that one had become accustomed to over the years.
But above all it was the loss of friends. In the months and years that followed one could try to put one's life together again. Find a house, get new furniture and start collecting art objects or whatever.
Friendships however are not so easy to replace. Perhaps in fact they are impossible. One is different from the people one is now living amongst. One's values are not the same and perhaps one is too old and bitter. Little by little I received news here and there. Some people I knew had ended up in Australia, another in Germany, many in the United States. Many of course had remained behind in Vietnam. A few were known to have been imprisoned or gone to re-education camps. A couple were known to have perished whilst escaping by sea.
A few very dear friends were never heard of again. There were some unfinished stories in my life the last unknown chapter of which ended with the fall of Saigon. I imagine there are many people with similar stories. Such is the process of growing up. Perhaps also I graduated myself from the final year of the school of life.