Chapter 3
Vietnam
When we landed in Vietnam, I was still thinking about everything that had happened. I didn't know what to do, how to react. It was true that I still had not clarified my feelings for her. I still didn't know if I loved her or hated her for everything I went through because of her: my ordeal in the Bang Kwang jail and everything I had to do afterward to pay my debt to Trakaul for getting me out of there. Maybe I loved and hated her at the same time. But from that to killing her ...
At the airport we were picked up by a car driven by a Vietnamese man who took us along very bad roads, similar to the ones in my dreams, until we reached a house on the side of a hill. From there you could see the beach clearly. I assumed it would be the same beach where Sumalee worked. Once
