I sneak into the back of the cab

It’s always a quiet moment. Invariably, as the driver sees that I am not ‘from around here’, he keeps quiet. I, being not ‘from around here’, do the same.

I settle in, watch the lights of the neighbourhood wander past, and listen

The radio is gentle, understated, some kind of talk radio. I strain to understand, navigating tones and sharp cuts to find any kind of meaning

Gotta keep studying

When I hear, unmistakeable

Leicester City and Brighton

Now they’re speaking my language.

In my broken, flawed Vietnamese, I manage to ask whether he likes football, and he’s off.

Pulls out his phone, excited now. Points to today’s fixtures.

Man City – Man U

I ask which team he likes

No Man City! Too much money!

On this we can agree. I have a begrudging respect for them, but yeah.

I consider explaining how the Top 6 are basically an oligopoly, how the bottom half of the table serves largely as a farm system for the big clubs, symbolic of the inequity plaguing our greater society and inherent issues with capitalism as a problematic pillar of our modern world

But decide that might be a tough explain

So, instead, we spend the rest of the ride in silence, the radio show in good form


Appreciating our shared language

Published by Radutti

Teaching in Ha Noi, screwing things up daily but surviving to write about it. ...everything's perfectly all right now. We're fine. We're all fine here now, thank you. How are you?

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