“It’s hard to find someone here that stays long enough that you can really fall in love,” I said to Simone, with a lit Kent in my right hand. The smoke circled, hovered a bit before it disappeared in Ha Noi’s bright summer sky. The day started gloomy, which made me ditch my initial plan of visiting Van Phuc, the silk village some 8 kms away from my place and came here at Oriberry Cafe instead to spend my usual me-time. The skin of the lake was smooth and looked like a mind that didn’t have any worries at all […]