The journey in Europe, so sweet memories

Nguyen Quy Minh Hien

Jun 2015 · Journey with a prayer Book 3 · Nguyen Quy Minh Hien

About this ebook

 Europe always was so sweet memories in my mind. It seemed like dreams of Cinderella.

“A special flight” helped me to visit Stockholm, Umea, Roneby, Malmo…in Sweden, visit Denmark, the homeland of Andersen’s stories, Carlsberg beer and Jysk horses. By Viking Line, a very interesting cruise, I came Helsinki, listened a piece of music “Moscow afternoon” on a street in the capital of Finland and remembered “Past time Russia”.

 “Vatican and Italy, ancient and romatic”,  “France of Victor Hugo”, “Switzerland, Belgium and funny stories”, “From Amsterdam to Frankfurt”…were my stories of other travels in Europe. They were great impressions with sweet feelings. Also, stories of Switzer, Belgian, Netherlander were very interesting lessons. Ten years were the duration of two times to visit Franfurt, it was a marked difference between the past and the current life in this city. Ten years was long time, but more twenty years, “The mother in Kharkiv” was staying my mind…

This book was a collection of my impression, feeling, experience  and so sweet memories in Europe with wishes to peace in the earth, finish bombs, children have many foods, nobody is poverty-stricken, everybody can travel.

Every story was every interest. Please read and feel…

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About the author

 I am traveling and writing. Some of my friends were veterans of Vietnam War and Afghan War. They always talked about wars, memories and monuments of wars. It was like their obsession. One time, I said with them: “I had one private monument of the war. It is my nose. I was born and grew when American bombs dropped on Hanoi. The first temporary residence in my life was wet-dirty-narrow-crowded shelters. It was the reason of my allergic nose, never recover, but I was a survivor. I went out the war, came to many places. Let your sad memories of the wars go to past. Let leave them”. Although my “private monument” wets, suddenly and usually, when meets bad weather; I continue to travel and to write. It is my prayer for peace in the earth, finish bombs, children have many foods, nobody is poverty-stricken, everybody can travel…