September 10th Early Morning Noises
Sleeping peacefully. Peacefully sleeping. The crickets and the frogs lulled me to sleep—just like at home. I mean at the home we use to live at. As I like to tell #’s 3-5, currently we don’t have a home.
As I was intimating, zzzz, zzzz, zzzz.
What the heck?
The sky lights up once more. The rain falls. Another flash. Incredible! I count. One, two…seven. The thunder explodes, then rolls on and on.
One, two…five. Boo-Booouuuuoom.
It’s getting closer. Flash. One, two, three. Boo-boom.
The rains falls harder.
Flash. Fizzle. I can’t even count to one and BOO-BOOM. The window rattles. Did the lightning strike close by?
I look outside the window. Nothing in flames.
I continue to look outside the window as the storm moves on--undoubtedly excited to wake up others.
Nature is pretty intense when it wants to be.
As I slowly drift back to sleep and think, I, I…zzzz, zzzz, zzzzz.
5:15am ( a few hours after the storm)
Note: The following dialogue was originally spoken in Vietnamese, since I don’t speak Vietnamese instead of translating the words I have made them up. The point remains the same.
Good morning comrades. The party. is proud to announce that our people have been and will always be committed to the greater good— the party. We have come so far since the beginning and as we work together we will remain committed to what’s best for the people of Vietnam— the party.
The first morning I heard the voice and intermittent music I thought the owner of the house had turned on a radio. The second day (same time, 5:15am) I could hear the echo and knew the voices came from loud-speakers.
When I went outside later in the day, I saw them, megaphone-like-speakers attached to random poles throughout the neighborhood. I asked our host, “what’s with the early morning wake up?” At first she didn’t know what I was talking about. Then she said, “oh, that. That’s the government telling us what’s going on.” “Does it bother you?” I asked. “There’s nothing we can do about it,” she replied. “We don’t even hear it anymore.”
Now, the third morning in Hoi An, I’m still awakened by the talk show hosts ( I like to think of them as comedians) but it only takes a moment or two until I, I…
zzzz, zzzz, zzzz….
Sleeping with the Falyn Family Five!