"No."
"Hanoi is OK, but if you got bored with Bangkok""
"It will take me at least a year to decide."
Before me, Novak had met just one Vietnamese. "I had a coworker, called Vu. He was always very tense, I don't know why. Our boss was British, real tight upper lip. The company won a massive project that would take at least six months to complete, and the boss turned to Vu and said, 'I'm sure Vu can get it by tomorrow' The next morning, Vu came in looking like a wreck." Novak chuckled at the memory. "Vu was profusely apologizing to the boss, 'I'm sorry, I'm sorry, but I just couldn't get it done.'"
By now, we were having dinner at Vuk. "This place is very old fashioned. The waiters are first-rate. For most of them, it's a lifelong profession."
We finished our meal with some gibanica. "My mother told me that during World War II, the chetniks would show up at a house and ask for a gibanica. When my grandpa gave them a burnt one, he almost got his throat slashed!"
"That's absurd!"
"Well, if you're armed and have all that power. He pissed off their commander."
"So what happened?"
"Someone higher up in the village intervened. "
War needs psychopaths, simple as that, for temperate folks don't care to witness spilled entrails, inhale charred human flesh or have hot sh*t running down their pants. Even in a donnybrook, would you rather have toxic pricks or pensive sissies on your side?
*
Savka survived the last war here, but barely. A Serb in Croatia, she fled to Belgrade, but has been homeless for 28 years.
"Twenty-eight years?!"
"Yes, 28 years," she smiled, showing no front teeth.
"Were you a student then?"
"Hanoi is OK, but if you got bored with Bangkok""
"It will take me at least a year to decide."
Before me, Novak had met just one Vietnamese. "I had a coworker, called Vu. He was always very tense, I don't know why. Our boss was British, real tight upper lip. The company won a massive project that would take at least six months to complete, and the boss turned to Vu and said, 'I'm sure Vu can get it by tomorrow' The next morning, Vu came in looking like a wreck." Novak chuckled at the memory. "Vu was profusely apologizing to the boss, 'I'm sorry, I'm sorry, but I just couldn't get it done.'"
We finished our meal with some gibanica. "My mother told me that during World War II, the chetniks would show up at a house and ask for a gibanica. When my grandpa gave them a burnt one, he almost got his throat slashed!"
"That's absurd!"
"Well, if you're armed and have all that power. He pissed off their commander."
"So what happened?"
"Someone higher up in the village intervened. "
War needs psychopaths, simple as that, for temperate folks don't care to witness spilled entrails, inhale charred human flesh or have hot sh*t running down their pants. Even in a donnybrook, would you rather have toxic pricks or pensive sissies on your side?
*
Savka survived the last war here, but barely. A Serb in Croatia, she fled to Belgrade, but has been homeless for 28 years.
"Twenty-eight years?!"
"Yes, 28 years," she smiled, showing no front teeth.
"Were you a student then?"
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