My mother bought this indestructible beast in the late forties, just before she married my father. A few years ago, she gave it to my wife who
uses it often. The only problem is the combination of its weight and our nomadic life style.
In one of the most densely populated mega cities such as Saigon, space is in short supply and so it's entirely acceptable to park your bikes
in the living room.
I'm really enjoying the work here. Though increasingly I have no idea what distinguishes everyday life from other kinds of life, except maybe the degree or intensity of their ceremonial details.
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