I’m back in Viet Nam in a house which looks more like a cave-like clay hut. Some girl (and her father?) is with me and painting the walls in dusky pink and bright red. The walls are too soggy for the paint and I think the typical light green one would be better. The wallpaper is soaked and the coat won’t become even, but I’m telling the girl that it’s alright.
I’m in the locker room of a public swimming pool but it looks more like a youth hostel dorm.
I’m talking to a fellow student about how fast I usually swim and what the record at this pool is.
I’m preparing broccoli and it’s getting too soft-boiled. ☆