“Because the house always wins. Play long enough, you never change the stakes, the house takes you. Unless, when that perfect hand comes along, you bet big, and then you take the house.”

– Danny Ocean


London, November 3, 2015

Skye, by any other name would sound like Odyssey.

However, I have just realized my first love for a place was dedicated to Saigon. There wasn’t a thing in Saigon that offended me. Even though I was pretty much alone, it was two magical years.

A dusk cityscape of Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam from the Air 360 sky bar.

I would never know if I loved (or didn’t love) something if, for a moment in time, there wasn’t any distance.

My feet couldn’t always get me to where my treasured memories stayed, my heart could. My own heart has never failed to be my lighthouse.

I don’t always follow my heart, but I let it speak – that’s the shortest way I know to my every dream land.

– Skye 

Britain, my Great Britain! – Chapter 4: Let me play you a song?

“Train departs in 2 minutes”

As I was running, I quickly dropped a few coins into the hat of the street violinist. I have always admired artists and hard-workers.

“Sorry old man, I don’t really have time for you today.” – I told him when he smiled at me.

The day passed by swiftly; once I had visited a few landmarks and acknowledged that they would always be there, they somewhat lost their values.

It was dark when I came back. The old man was still there. I smiled at him then went on with my grocery shopping.

“Sorry again old man, shops are closing soon!” – I whispered.

Later on when I was waiting for my bus, the old man came:

“The car-park will close in 15 minutes. Let me play you a song?”

“Do you know Mozart Sonata 36?”

“Of course my dear.”

Everyone at the bus stop gave the old man a round of applause when the song ended. He bowed in his tailored suit.

– Skye