Development policies have all but destroyed the natural bounty that the delta was blessed with.
In 1954, when the French withdrew from Hanoi and peace reigned once more in our capital, I was only 8 years old. Where I am from, students could only study up to 3rd grade. Our teacher, originally from the south, was a child of the Mekong Delta.
He often told us stories about his hometown, about how it needed no dam to tame the Mekong River unlike our Red River since the Mekong people had learned to live with the behemoth. Tiếp tục đọc “Mekong Delta’s splendors now a relic of the past”