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"My solo flight against myself, living in the shadow of my own mine".
"Cure, cureless, Citadel of the Moon... Melancholy at dawn..."
"To save up for a rainy day. This life is full of ha-ha around The Mekong River and The Old Siam Kingdom".
"Udonde: the raving gambler he was very bored on Saturday afternoon, before the sparky Rainbow was engaged into a silly War".
She said: "I need to whip the cat". Yes, I know, She said to me. "To be blunt" -She said again, very quite-. "Do your things. Plant your seed inside me. I am place in the line"... She was drunk and stoned, very stoned...
"Spies, soldiers of fortune, gamblers, Lao-Hmong bandits, reporters, Van Pao Army, Phi Tong Luang... "How can I explain when I am whispered?" She holds a handfull of ghostly yellow rain dropping by "The Ravens" American pilots. Later, the rain-man gave me two cures. The elecricity of her naked body looking for a sip of "Rice Whisky", burning off my dirty blood... "Wiangchan, still alive like a French creations. Mekong bankside, bored and dustly colonial boulevards, tutukeros, opium-sellers and dealers, trafikers, empty-gostly "francais" cafés amantes, one of the most moribund indochinoise citadel I never saw in my life" -I said her-, all night watching the Moon, drifting around the bush and blackness of my heart ...".
"Well, Xiao Xing, the "Petit Rouge" ask me why she was drunk all a time. "Who is that man who looks so white, into my secret soul?" I remember now, some years later, in the same Moon City".
"She was screaming all the time in the insane Factory of "Saysana Hotel". She screaming me with violence and hate: "You are the one. You are the one that is been causing all the riots over Laos and Vietnam too." She was crying a lot, very proundly. "Do you need tonight almost a table of Chinese medicine?" -I asked Xiao Xing dancing with the Moon and a glass of Laotian whisky... Then, she spends a lot of time peeking into my blue eyes. Those warned night "Petit Rouge" was an angel for me, all night long...".
"Viet Cong spies, Van Pao spies, "Charly and Mary", American and French journalist, Lao-Theung, Chinese Road to Xieng Khuang province, the charm of Luang Prabang living in the old French days of influence and influence, "Indochine deja vu", the stronger emotional feelings of Xiao Xing:
"Djai sia, djai sia!"... "Lao-Hmong are opium growers and dealers. Hmongs are Vietnamese War and French War veterans dammed and very good mountain fighters... "Guerrilla Warfare..." Did you, falang mao mao, understand me now".
"I will be here for a while. I will be here for the rest of my life. I was born in Yunnan, China, but Wiangchan is my real Citadela of the Moon, forever and ever ", -she said me very pale and ungravity".
Fragments from the novel "Tachikawa"
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