But I did not need anything they have and I was on a journey in the limit of 7kg baggage that most LCC allows for free. I could not increase my stuff. But as trying to refuse softly, the little people are shrieking for fun more and more and weren't holding back any more.
I finally tried to cheat them by doing a high tall in order, but a smallest girl got attached more to me, she pinched me so hard after I refused again. And in smattering English, said "Buy tomorrow!" She laughed and went away, I felt that smile was completely different from the smile for business when she first came for selling.
That's about 8 PM. After that, I went to a bar for beer, got back to the inn, and woke up late at night. Since I couldn't sleep, I went out for a walk to Bui Vien again. It was already 2 o'clock in the midnight, so I was surprised to see they were still selling around.
I felt that face had nothing to do with the smallness of the amount I gave. She might have wanted to earn money by selling things instead of just being given. The thought made me a little annoyed.
After that, I drank beer at the bar again, sat at the front of the bar eating the ice cream I bought at convenience store, and saw the girl buying fruit at a stand. It's past midnight, 3 o'clock. She seemed to have finished her work finally as she did not have the basket any more. I wondered if that was her dinner. Working until this late, she may not go to school. No, she is still small, so she may stop working and go to school when she is at the age of elementary school...
We talked a little in Vietnamese and English, which we did not understand mostly, but it was fun. That was the last night in Saigon, so I wanted to give some farewell gift, but did not have anything. I found a 10 cents bill in my pocket again, so this time I gave it in appreciation for the fruit. But as she accepted, she got a long face a little again. "I did not mean that," written on her face.
"This is not a handout." I wanted to say so, but I couldn't as I did not know Vietnamese much. I tried to remember Vietnamese words learned in old days, but nothing came up to the drunk head. I gave up and said goodbye in Japanese, and raised my back. She gave me a sweet smile.
Then while I was walking towards the inn, a Vietnamese word caught my drunk head. In a hurrying back, she was still there, smiled to me and waved as she says goodbye. I ran to her, and said "Cảm ơn." I don't know if she understood that I said thank you, but she laughed again and shook a lot of hands.
We may never see again. But If you see a little one on busy Bui Vien, who is selling small Misanga, tissue, nice folding fan and smiles a lot, she's my friend. If you like the goods, "buy something."
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サイゴンで友だちができました。(the original post in Japanese)
You do not need anyone's permission to be happy
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