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Last day in Hanoi.

The student who is working with me invited me to his family home for dinner. Four generations living together. Food served delicately. Stories.

Afterwards we lit incense for his grandfather and great grandfather at a family shrine, and offered our prayers to each. He explained to me that he is atheist, as I am.

But remembering who we come from is to pause and think and honour our own mortality, and our loved ones.

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