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On the near impossibility of two strangers

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I land in Hanoi on a Tuesday around lunch-time.

That same evening, I am supposed to go out with a Vietnamese woman I had a promising phone-call with the week before.

But she forgets about our date. We delay it until tomorrow.

I don’t let that ruin my first night in Vietnam and fix a Tinder date.

She arrives half an hour late. Her angelic face is pow…