Fifty years after the Vietnam War, Vietnamese Dubliners peer back into the past – as they understand it
For some, life is an inherited ache to leave Vietnam and half-remembered stories and unprocessed feelings embodied in what their grandparents said, or didn’t say, about the past.
In the basement of Sin É bar, Nghĩa Mai is doubled over with laughter.
He’s standing in the back of a tiny room separated from the bar’s toilets by a dark curtain, behind three rows of folding chairs.
On the stage, Rob Nother is riffing. His hair is styled in a mullet, he’s wearing a baggy black t-shirt and blue jean...
