( higher res )We did a one-night home stay in Ta Van village. the next morning, we woke up early and met her on her way to the fields. She made a deep impression on me because she kept trying to tell us something but we could not understand. it was not about photo money, i can tell if she wanted money. out of respect, we stood listening, waiting for her to give up. and i thought of the ones back home i used to be close. how we merely share a common language now but no longer an understanding. i noticed her patient and calm smile as she continued trying. how strange how long i have not anyone wanting so much to communicate. i almost thought there is something i can recover but my heart was too clouded.