 | In this poem there is not any movement, it is only a snapshot of life, it means it is a picture, almost dead, as there is no movement at all. And this is the reason why the poem seems to be calming.
After placing my luggage there I decided to walk into town and rent a bike. The neighbor of the guest house stopped me on the street and asked me if I was Mike. She told me that she was Luisa.
We spent the entire day doing nothing, just waiting for the night train which would take us into the northern mountain area of Vietnam, close to the Chinese border. The train left at around ten. |
