mindfulness

I have been here before. A month ago - same bar, same table at the pavement. Probably the same chair. Drinking the same kind of coffee. Then everything was new to me. The stream of motorcycles, the sellers (some of them are the same) and the thin men with their cyklos. A lot of guesthouses and travel centers. It's in the backpackers area and the guests in the bar is also about the same: Young westerners sipping Saigon red, the local beer. An open Lonely Planet on the table, planning their next move: Cambodia? Mekong river? Phu Quoc? I have just visited the two last places and even stayed some days at a friends place in Bien Hoa, a smaller town an hour on bus north of Saigon. A smaller town means about one million, in Saigon there are at least nine million inhabitants; as in the whole of Sweden. A month in this country is of course a too short time too understand  it. I'm just a visitor, a stranger - living in a country that has not seen war for 250 years. Of course