“Con ơi, ba đây! Con ăn cơm chưa?” – A journey to the East in the middle of the West

  At the end of the day, we are small grains of sand, trying to identify ourselves in this big and noisy world. And in the world where the noise is not in our native language, our identity struggles a bit more.   γγ   I woke myself up this morning at 11:11. Wollongong was…