Ken Do

A girl had collapsed. No one could help, they could barely move from sea sickness. There was no space and the smell of vomit suffocated in the dark heat inside the hull. The first night was miserable, because of the smell and not knowing who else made it.

Hours earlier, Khanh had squatted in the brush at the shore of Can Tho, ready to obey his father. His eyes fixed on a boat carrying authorized exiles soon to weigh anchor. Run to the boat, don’t look back. Let go of your brother and sisters if they get shot and keep going. Get on the boat. Go to the bottom and don’t move.