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This sense of security also helped him retain his equilibrium during his taxi-ride, through scores of motorcycles, from the airport to the centre of Ho Chi Minh City. Now and then a light rain would shower the roof of the car, but the air was warm and salubrious. The surfaces of the city glimmered with moisture and the reflections of the light from streetlamps and signposts. The world was a shimmer with tiny projections and when one shut one's eyes a bit, it seemed as though it was all just bath foam.

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