more correctly, lightning struck three times and a couple of people got burnt.
the original article that was printed in the 'thanh nien' newspaper ended up being translated twice: once to the saigon times and another time to a chinese newspaper that i never knew existed but actually is printed all over south east asia.
i've gotten a number of letters. i average about one a day and they're all addressed to 'jonathan moyer, teacher an giang university, long xuyen.' none of them have a road name but they all somehow find me. the letters are not annoying seeing as how i can just pile them up on the coffee table in my living room.
a number of pilgrims came down to meet me and, after a bit, everyone got annoyed with them. they would come and stay and would not inform anyone before hand. they were rude and expected us to let them sleep on our floors. i'm not going to let any 18 year old stranger curl up next to my bed for the night. "(stretch) so, did you sleep well last night?" i can't think of anything more awkward.
now we have a security guard that stands outside of the international guest house. he wears a giant hat with a giant yellow star surrounded by a majestic red. he carries a stick and looks bored. now, everyone who wants to meet us has to go through this stick-wielding man. we officially have bodyguards.
here is the article in the chinese newspaper. i don't know what the fall out will be. as is clear, because my phone number is on the bottom, i will have to keep it unplugged for the next couple of weeks. either nothing is happening in the world or i'm actually interesting. i'm inclined to not believe i'm interesting.
what a dreadfully boring place this world has become.
and this is me surrounded by gibberish.
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