Red Plateau

The journey back to the Central Highlands has left me with many emotions. It feels strange, familiar, yet so far away. There is no longer an intact Rong roof, no more nights of bonfires including epic songs, children no longer sing their national songs. Old people – living libraries where identity is kept less and less. In the story, the eyes seem to be filled with regret….the footsteps are no longer steady to go through the mountains. The forest is no longer … dry, faded….