Feeling restless at home, Thao and I headed into the Old Quarter to understand what the destruction had meant to longtime residents of the neighbourhood. We soon found ourselves on Mr. Cường’s son’s doorstep, who invited us into his home consisting of a few small rooms in a former French colonial mansion and dove straight into conversation about a fallen banyan tree over cups of tea.
Mr. Cường’s son’s story unfolded in many directions, but mostly towards recollections of wartime Vietnam, when the tree was planted. The tree’s uprooting had brought memories along to the surface, memories that are perhaps kept silently close at all times, or are stored away somewhere deeper in our subconscious.
cinematography by Hoang Thao