Time goes fast, It is over a year since I went back to the US from Vietnam. In the US, the Lunar New Year is just like a normal day. I don’t miss Vietnam much, I like Vietnam in the 1980s and 1990s. I wish a happy Lunar New Year to everyone. Today I want to share a story about my trip last year in Vietnam.
By the end of year 2022, I had a mental illness and I needed two of my front teeth to be fixed. I wanted to visit my brother’s graveyard. In the first few weeks, everything was good, so I regained my health. From the second month, my time in Vietnam was just a nightmare. I don’t know why some people in America hated me a lot, they went to Vietnam to make up a story such as I was a foreign agent, and I stayed in Vietnam to make Vietnam unstable. You know what, The Vietnamese government believed them. I had visited some of my friends before I traveled back to the US. I had traveled to Ca Mau to visit one of my friends. After I had met him at the coffee shop, I invited my friend to go to a massage shop. He told me ” I take you to the massage, I have to go somewhere I will pick you up later.”. I was surprised, we hadn’t seen each other for over twenty years, and he liked the massage, why did he let me enjoy the massage alone? Do you know why? I guessed the Vietnamese police asked him to bring my backpack to check. So I let him go somewhere with my backpack, I enjoyed the massage. After I enjoyed the massage, he picked me up. We went to the coffee shop to talk about everything. At the coffee shop, I stared at him sometimes. He sensed I knew what he had done to me. After about an hour, he dropped me at the hotel. I said Goodbye to him.
Five or six days before I went back to the US. I had visited a friend in Vung Tau. Honestly, I didn’t want to visit him after I experienced a friend in Ca Mau that stabbed my back. But I thought I owed him because he was one of my grooms at my wedding twenty years ago. I had called him to let him know before my visit. He picked me up at a ferry station near his home. Before I entered his home, he asked me “Do you remember this house that you visited a long time ago?”, I said, “I do”. I looked at his face and I sensed something not good waiting for me. I entered his home, his family invited me to have lunch. While I was eating, he introduced his younger brother, his young brother’s wife, and his wife. After I observed for a while, I told him “Your younger brother looks older than you.”. They sensed I knew everything, so his younger brother and wife went upstairs and his wife went to the front of the house. At that time, I guessed his wife was a “Vietnamese American”, and his younger brother was undercover. After the meal, he invited me to the coffee shop. When we arrived at the coffee shop, I just sat at a table for a few minutes, he pointed to a policeman and a security man who were riding a motorbike past the coffee shop. My friend said “I don’t like dog police”, I sensed my friend wanted to trick me into criticizing the police publicly, so he would keep me in Vietnam for about seven years not in his home but in a security building somewhere. My instinct reminded me that keep silent. After a while, I told him about my life in the US, Vietnamese Americans in the US assumed I was a Vietnamese agent or a communist sympathizer, and they humiliated me, they could hack my phone and computers. Even worse, they (Vietnamese Americans) may trick me into talking about something for fun and use my fun words against me. My life in the US was miserable because of rumors. Through my life story in the US, I wanted to convince him that I was not a foreign agent who traveled to Vietnam with a bad purpose, I just like other normal Vietnamese Americans who often visit relatives in Vietnam. He seemed to understand me, he told me that be careful. We stayed at the coffee shop for an hour, he took me to a ferry station. On the ferry, I was angry, I crossed two oceans to visit him for friendship purposes. he almost killed me. The next day, I wrote a post to praise the Vietnamese government for preventing genocide in Cambodia to convince the Vietnamese government that I was not a foreign agent to destroy Vietnam. After the aircraft flew to Taiwain, I felt relief from hell.
The Vietnamese government had been tricked by American friends to persecute me. My trip to Vietnam was purely traveling. I honestly like the Vietnamese government more than the majority of Vietnamese(I tell my reason in later posts). To American friends, I like to talk politics, but I am not involved in any politics. You guys don’t need to persecute me. You can ask any of my friends if I have ever harmed anyone. If I am a traitor, just find evidence, then put me the rest of my life behind bars. When I just got back to the US, many people listened to my conversations in Vietnam, they assumed I was a Vietnamese agent. I am just a nail technician and Uber driver. Why did many people believe in rumors that made my life miserable? I have lived in the States for about two decades, I know the basic laws of what I can do and what I shouldn’t do. To many Americans who have relatives in foreign countries such as China, Vietnam, Cambodia, Laos, Iran, etc. You can’t talk the way you have the freedom to talk in the US. Learn from my lesson. Please share. Thanks.