The Future Cries Beneath Our Soil

Thanh Hoang Phuong Dinh and Loc like many around them carry stubborn scars from the Vietnam War both in body and mind They work in the gold mines surrounding their village or search for landmines along paths previously used by tanks in order to make ends meet As they wait out the winter with songs wine stolen from Locs wife and musings about youth and their own survival they are haunted by the detonations of bombs being excavated from the villages soil Together they reminisce about the war that has defined the boundaries of their lives though they never fought it