Escape from Vietnam :: Personal Narrative

Escape from Vietnam The other night I had a dream. I envisage of a boy whom I had known a long time ago, but since then he had disappeared completely from my life. In my dream, I saw him session beside my bed and talking to me. He told me about the trip that he had taken with his parents, his two older brothers, and his sister when he was seven years old. He told me how his parents had been ill-used by a man who knew about his parents desperate attempt to flee from Vietnam, so he took advantage of them. Wake up, wake up, son. We must leave now. He opened his eyes and looked outside it was still very dark and rainy. Where are we going, Mom? he asked while crawling out of bed sleepily. When they left the firm for the train station, it was only four o clock in the morning, and the boy thought that his family was going to visit their grandparents whom he had non seen for ten years. The next morning, they arrived in Nha Trang, a coastal city in Central Vietnam, where his father told him that they would stay for a while before going to the next destination. They went to live in the kinsfolk of an acquaintance near the fish market. Every day they would stay inside the house and would go out only when it was absolutely necessary, especially the kids who now had to chance on how to be quiet. They learned how to walk tip-toe and to talk by finger pointing few sounds were made. Every sound was kept to the minimum so the neighbors and the secret police would not be aware that there were new people in town. Around midnight on the fourth day, the boy and his family members awakened again. This time they went with the family of the houses owner to a deal station where they took the bus going northward. The boy was very happy because he was free at last to play as a normal tike again. On the way, everybody was fascinated and hypnotized by the scenery along the road, especially the kids because it was the first time they had left the cosmopolitan cit y for the countryside.