|Three white doves on a tiled house roof, trading heights for days with a flock-flock of wings.
||The Vietnamese don't build houses to last. It is all enemy territory.
Stay nimble; choose your collaborations wisely; eat the birds.
|Three white doves on a red tiled roof, they hop too quickly to aim at.||But we are the supertourists. We stand outside, bigger than our own history.|