:01:13
I can't say what made me
fall in love with Vietnam.
:01:18
That a woman's voice can drug you?
:01:21
That everything is so intense -
:01:26
the colours,
:01:28
the taste,
:01:30
even the rain?
:01:32
Nothing like the filthy rain in London.
:01:46
They say whatever you're looking for
:01:48
you will find here.
:01:51
They say you come to Vietnam
:01:53
and you understand a lot in a few minutes.
:01:56
But the rest has got to be lived.
:02:01
The smell,
that's the first thing that hits you -
:02:04
promising everything
in exchange for your soul.
:02:09
And the heat.
:02:12
Your shirt is straight away a rag.
:02:14
You can hardly remember your name,
:02:17
or what you came to escape from.
:02:22
But at night, there's a breeze.
:02:25
The river is beautiful.
:02:28
You could be forgiven for thinking
there was no war,
:02:32
that the gunshots were fireworks,
:02:34
that only pleasure matters.
:02:37
A pipe of opium,
:02:40
or the touch of a girl
who might tell you she loves you.
:02:48
And then something happens,
:02:50
as you knew it would,
:02:53
and nothing can ever be the same again.
:02:58
Monsieur Fowler.