Causality
it starts with a 30 year old waxy corpse. this day. Then, over brilliant sandwitches i discover my magnificent country and NATO "accidentally" bombed the chinese embassy in belgrade, killing three and wounding fifteen. naturally china is pissed. they say it's no accident.
in touch with my embassy, i am "strongly advised to defer travel to the PRC." i try to remember that china-->tibet-->nepal-->india was a new plan. i try to forget how excited i was. i try to figure a way to salvage. i check airline prices to mailla, KL and BKK.
i go to see Platoon at the local cinema. its actually a tv aspect laser disc on a large screen. Yanni Live at the Acropolis preceeds. the flim sucks and i feel like hell afterwards. a travel agent i spoke with earlier said that any vietnamese person who said they supported the war in kosovo was only humoring me. i realize he is right. i feel everyone here must hate me. i long to be somewehre americans are not despised. i have no idea where that may be.
people, young men, chase each other with machetes in front of my hotel. they knock over motos, tumble, run the block and back, and slash at each other. their blades meet and i see sparks. i almost turn away. somehow, no one seems to get hurt.
i take a shower and a valium. its that kind of night after that kind of day.
