Looks like the end of the world knocked on the doors. A people  survivors trying to escape the huts of death and the Cambodian nightmare. Fleeing to Thailand collar their survival, on their perilous way out of the darkness. Others tried to stay away from tearing the Vietnamese apart. Two children from "Sons of Tragedy" wrote two powerful stories - inhabited by war mania and an "inevitable disturbance of feelings" and their hands of extermination and extermination - to explore the "cracks ofevil".

In this world of war survivors and ghosts, here is Narang. The afflicted country lacks everything, starves and its borders are closed. Purges and settlings have claimed hundreds of thousands of lives, and "many heads" have been dropped. Since April 1975, Cambodia has worn a "black suit" and has become the "small unit of international rural communism", making its "big leap back", in the words of Jean Truong in those who remained there, the novel of collapse and permanent helplessness withthe eyes ofa child Born in Cambodia in 1973,the writer waslargely inspired by the story of her aunts, survivors of the detention camp in Battambang, western Cambodia, who was liberated by Vietnamese forces and ended up invading the kingdom and expelling Paul Potts' forces.

"Black dogs."

Narang is also a camped and troubled child. They were kidnapped by the Black Dogs. He stayed with his mother. "She didn't leave this country before they died," Narang said of his mother. "She was acting like a ghost sent from hell to life." He's a pain-and-no-talker who's forever holding on to this second Holoxt, who's taking over this transformativenovel.

With the opening of the camps, accompanied by zombies, they fled into exile, in the direction of the forest sanctuary and cemetery at the same time. Under the rain, a scorching sun, in the mud and cracks, amid fighting and mines, they are prey to smugglers, onthe ground.

For "Eat the Carcass," for the Khmer Rouge. That's the maze. "At that moment, I didn't believe in life or death. "

"Thisinherent jinx puts us in complete confusion. We're not men anymore. We were something decomposing, something rotten, rusty. [...] We realized we had to disappear like we were just shit.

However, life is resolved and resisted when NArang's mother gives her breast to an exile-born infant.

The novel of those who stayed there celebrates without writing it back to life, with the power of man, with children-adult games, reunions. "We knew death would come back looking for us," said Jean Truong, with the tongue of a child who grew up so fast.

Far from adhering to the infernal description of Khmer Rouge confinement, the author briefly recounts the story of fratricidal fighting. NArang's aunt, like the sun, smiles because "she doesn't have a tear to spill."

In this sloping and wild area. Those who broke up crossing the border and survived mine accidents were liquidated, the Liberation newspaper reported in 1979. Jean Trung plunged into dense and moist plants, accompanied by the bridling of cockroaches and tropical stillness where eagles roamed and clouds of flies. "You can no longer distinguish anything human in the massgrave," she wrote.

Her novel was published seven years ago when her aunt trusted her. "It took me a long time to write to dispel my doubts and fears," explains the author, in France since the early 1980s. I remembered the tear-up film I saw with the family when it was screened in 1984. The narrative of events was lacking in substance: true suffering, the experience of these camps. I didn't want to write a book to re-tear."

Jean Truong fought the theme under the stars, in nature and on the pages, despite some lengths, which quote from the tale and from the exploratory experience. "The forest was incredibly safer than the madness outside." Narang accepts "the succession of good and evil astheonly anchor point in life."

"The dust oflife."

This is the road map Kim Thuy chose with M. Her changing story adapts to the ages following the pain and joys of Vietnam. She lives in Canada, owns a "fragmented and incomplete reality" that begins with colonialism and rubber production in Indochina and reaches hand care stores.

In a globalized world where refugees and boats have spread, it also begins with "spontaneous laughter for orphans who have everything to earn." At the same time, the wrath of war has ravaged this long country, which has been painted in the form of the Seine, traded with "love and its absurdities", and turned life upside down by violence andinnocence.

Weaves the scraps of existence and the threads of memory. Kim Thuy's line designs in many scenes and with the least amount of words "invisible side and human place": a helicopter pilot, a young drifter in Saigon, hybrid baby Louis, Pamela, an English school and "dust of life" saved by the American operation Papillift from Saigon. Without presenting any truth at all, nor "distorting the fragile balance that keeps us loving and alive". And withoutforgetting.

Jeanne Truong Those who stayed there

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Kim Thuy Em

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