Hanoi Diary

January 11, 1975 Served in Chinese style. With warm relationships fully established, more intimate questions started coming. How many children have you? Boys, girls? Are your parents living? By the time we were through with all this I could hardly believe I was in the capital city of communist North Vietnam. There was only a picture of Ho Chi Minh hanging on the wall, benevolently smiling at us, to remind us where we were.