I till remember him on that morning in May: the sky of Ba Đình was bright blue and high, with white clouds idly strolling by. Birds were jumping and flying from branch to branch, constantly chattering.
It was an unforgettable morning, Monday, May 10, 1965. The whole country was in the ebullient atmosphere of an ‘emulation movement’ on the occasion of Uncle Hồ’s coming 75th birthday. Uncle Hồ looked calm and unhurried as usual. At 7 a.m., he was seated in the living room, near the dining room on the other side of the lake, to listen to the Minister of Transport talking about the strategic road through Laotian territory. He listened carefully, sometimes asked a question and made a recommendation on some issue. I followed him upstairs and informed him of his week’s schedule. The flame tree branch flickered on the water. The flower buds bloomed red and the carp jumped to catch food, rousing the silent water.
Ngôn ngữ: tiếng Anh
Khổ sách: 14 x 20,5cm
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