Wednesday, 15 August 2007
There were an odd assortment of teachers at a school where I taught. Mrs Contento, the Directrice, was a missionary of very high moral principles although as tough as they came.
I was quite friendly with one of the Vietnamese teachers. He was always scared his wife would meet mine and never brought her along when there were any get togethers. I found out eventually my house was where he was meant to be when he was absent from home, not that I can ever remember him being there. He had a position with the Embassy in London at the fall of Saigon and then moved to Canada and eventually to California. I saw him in London for an evening after the war but later lost track of him. I think the Embassy petty cash also disappeared just before the 1st of May that fateful year of 1975.