Việt Văn Mới
Việt Văn Mới
      


A SELF-DELUDER



H olding the bamboo stick that had been made  for him by his nephew-in-law some days ago,  Uncle Tư Chịu knocked it slightly on the iron  gate and carefully stepped out. The wind in the  early morning was a little bit cold which made  him hesitated for some moments and he  stopped after some familiar steps. Attentively  holding the stick between his legs, Tư Chịu  raised his hands up and down and he breathed  some fresh air in the early morning. He then  took the stick and was moving it in the air like a  man practicing his martial art. He stopped  moving the stick and turned round to the  direction of the middle quarters from which  someone was approaching him touting lottery  tickets.  

The lottery ticket seller’s voice sounded rather  sticky and somewhat familiar to him, but he  couldn’t know why he felt it familiar. It was  probably that he often heard the voice twice a  day which made him feel so; the first time was  in the early morning and the second in late  afternoon when the sunshine had become less  tense and the loudspeaker over there was  about to start its stentorian evening broadcast.  “Is it that having listened to his crying so often  makes me feel familiar to it?” he thought to  himself.  

He had been living here for a month so far.  Nobody seemed bother to give a hoot about an  old overseas Vietnamese like him. He lead a  frugal life with his niece and the niece’s  husband, this couple was to prepared him his  daily meals; besides, he could take care of  himself. It was quite simple; everything would  come out right in the end. You have to take  care of yourself, and should not depend on the  others; if you rely on the others to have  everything done you would become a languid  man. “A man who is physically and intellectually  intact can usually achieve whatever he needs,”  he told himself, and he also said so to anybody  who praised him for having done his daily  routine which should have been supported by  others.  The lottery ticket seller stopped in front of him.  

“Would you please buy some lottery tickets, sir?  Number 43 and 77 will really do count this time.  I have only these some tickets left.”  

“No, thanks, but I don’t buy lottery tickets.  Buying them is tantamount to casting your  money into trash can. Purchasing them in the  morning only to discard them in the afternoon,”  he said smiling with a friendly manner.  

“Just try this time and you may win and make a  bundle this afternoon. You look so radiant; you  may be visited by the goddess of Fortune  today, who knows? The fortune will be in your  hand this afternoon for sure.” He put more  weigh on his words, “It’s life. If you meet with  good fortune, take this ticket and you’ll win. The  other, who doesn’t meet with it, even if he has  taken that very ticket, will never get a penny.”  

“This man is much too glib,” he thought. “Such  a glibly talkative man maybe insincere”  

 “Previously I used to buy a lot,” replied Uncle  Tư Chia. “I bought in sheaves every week. It’s  not necessary any more now. I’ve abandoned it  already. Whether winning or losing it’ll call off  my attention, so I don’t buy them any more.”  

“Trading is like pulling teeth, you know,” the  vendor said. “I’m a defeated soldier so I have to  be in abject misery like this. If I were as lucky  as somebody else I could have been a Việt kiều now, and not have to weary of walking selling  these tickets to lengthen my miserable life.”  

Uncle Tư Chịu felt it interesting to have a talk  with the man. While keeping the stick between  his legs, he said:  

“Now chose for me two pieces of tickets with  the numbers you’ve mentioned about. If I win  this afternoon I’ll give you a half. It’ll be no good  to keep all the gain for oneself.”  

The ticket retailer put the cigarette onto his lips;  he puffed deeply at it, and cast the cigarette  butt away. He blew out a long breath and didn’t  seem to take the customer’s promise into any  account. Uncle Tư Chịu pulled a wry face  against the smoke the retailer breathed out.  

“Do you really enjoy smoking cigarettes? Its  smell gives me the creeps.”  

The lottery ticket seller did not answer the  customer’s question. He has his own intention.  

“I have only five left. You should take them all.  There’ll be no need to make change. Fifty  thousand đồng. That day I had only three  pieces left, and I offered them to that man. It  turned out that all the three won the first prize.  He was so lucky.”  

Tư Chịu shook his head. He took out from the  wallet two pieces of ten-thousand bills:  

“When you’re really lucky, you’ll win even if  you’ve bought just one or two tickets. If you  have no luck, you’ll go belly-up even when  you’ve purchased heaps of them.”  

“You’re right,” the retailer said. “That time I  managed to get to the small boat with my  samsonite full of dollars in hand, yet I’m now  staying here to get through the hard time. If you  weren’t destined to be rolling in dough, you’ll  never be rich. Even if the wealth has come onto  you hand you’ll fail to grasp it.”  

Uncle Tư Chịu recalled his own situation. He  gave a sigh. Arriving in the States does not  mean you’re in good spirits. It depends on who  you are. After twenty years of hard work, he  and his children had got some real property  under their belts when all of a sudden the  accident happened and everything went down  the tubes. It was lucky that he was on  Medicare, but for which worse would have  come to worst.  

“Why, bring it home to me, will you? I haven’t  got the picture. If you had gone aboard a small  boat, after some half an hour you would have  been able to reach a larger one in the open sea  and becoming a Việt kiều would be duck soup.  Why couldn’t it be?”  

The ticket seller didn’t reply. His hand was  waving the lottery tickets, persuading his  customer:  

“Buy some more tickets, will you? I might be in  luck today for having talked to you and my  tickets would be sold out early. Confidentially,  I’ve rather aged now, tired of walking with these  weary legs.”  

He patiently showed the tickets in front of Tư Chịu but it seemed that the man was distracted  and did not see them, so he had to press the  tickets into the man’s hand.   “You know, I had jumped aboard a small boat  with a close friend. But as too many people  jumped into it the boat could not move, and  finally it went down. I had to try my best holding  the suitcase of money and to help the friend,  afraid he could be drowned, all that made me  exhausted. Finally…” The ticket seller stopped  telling his story. He took out a cigarette, lit it and  puffed a long breath; while he was stringing out  his enticing; his eyes were running around  looking for some customers.

His eyes and his  gestures combined in a professional manner.  Uncle Tư Chịu said nothing; he kept waiting patiently. He was fumbling around when his  hands touched the lottery tickets. He took two  more pieces.  

“Finally I managed to come ashore. Staying  here since then, it makes me fed up. I walked  along the beach looking for another boat, but it  was too late. It was a great chaotic crowd of  people of all ranks. Too many defeated soldiers  there, I was unable to bring myself aboard any  other boat. Thus going home.”  

“Could you manage to rescue you friend?”  “Yes, but it’s rather disgusting to mention it.”  “Why”  

“He snatched the suitcase out of my hands and  disappeared into the crowd. I was staggering,  down in the mouth. Sometimes I wanted to fire  a shot into my head and go out of this world. I’d  been defeated in the war and now was  deceived by a friend. If he had been a stranger  it would be not so bitter.”  

Uncle Tư Chịu shuddered strongly as if a gust  of cold wind was blowing over him while he was  not warmly dressed. He prompted the man to  say his piece.  

“Perhaps your friend was jostled by people in  the crowd so you two were lost from each other,  hah? At such a time it was easy for people to  get lost from one another, wives from  husbands, children from parents. Friends  should be easier to lose sight of one another,  as they never hold hands.”  

“I see. But it was not so. With that guy, vice was  his second nature. He was a robber, a footpad.”  The man’s voice was louder and upset.  


♣ ♣ ♣

In the afternoon of the 28th April, Lieutenant  Bảng, the subdivision deputy, assembled the  staff of all sections and ordered them to  confront the strong pressure from the enemies.  

Sergeant Chịu was walking to and fro in front of  the meeting room to check security as he used  to. The meeting room was almost deserted, it  was not noisy as it used to be previously; only  some souls made their presence felt. Few  people could make much of the lieutenant’s  speech. “The situation is very serious. We are  responsible to hold this position to the last  minute. But we will try as much as possible…  Everybody has his own family, his wife and  children and even his own life to protect…. If  worst comes to worst you could take care of  your dear life, but under no circumstances shall  you release the prisoners, as they might turn to  kill you to take their revenge, or they might rob  you something. It will be very dangerous.   Sergeant Chịu thought of Chơi, his schoolmate  from a primary school. The latter was in custody  waiting to be sent to the province to be  sentenced. He was sent here from the hamlet  long time ago. He had been arrested in an  operation in the area under “their” control. “I  don’t know what to do for him now,” Tư Chịu  thought to himself. “When coming across me,  he was looking at me indifferently, but I feel  very sad, because he is the only schoolmate  from primary school I’ve ever met again.” Tư Chịu still remember Chơi’s right hand which  had only three fingers. It was the result from an  accident when the two boys competed with  each other using their left hands to cut grass to  feed their cows. They used to be a close couple  in their childhood – Chịu and Chơi. Wherever  they may be or whatever they may be doing,  both of them were seen. Whenever seeing Chịu  or Chơi somewhere one would ask where Chơi  or Chịu was respectively.  

“I remember that he told me let him hold the  suitcase,” the ticket seller continued his story. “I  didn’t agree. Later, when we were jostling the  crowd, he snatched the suitcase from me  strongly and determinedly, saying that in my hand the suitcase could be lost and that only in  his hand could its security be secure. With the  suitcase he snuck away while I was still stuck in  the crowd,” the man explained.

“You see,” he  added, “I had rescued him why did he have the  heart to act like that?”  

Suddenly uncle Tư Chịu raised his stick,  thrashing it in front of the ticket seller, then he  gave a sigh and put down his hand, saying:  

“Your story sounds very sad,” said Tư Chịu.  “Let me shake your hand to express my  sympathy to you for having incurred bad luck in  the past, and I congratulate you for having risen  above misfortune to survive.”  

The little finger was missing on the seller’s hand  which Uncle Tư Chịu could sense clearly  through the handshake. He shrunk back. He  had been to many countries in the world, had  experienced lots of ups and downs in life, but  he never had a sensation like this, a strange  sensation of hatred and loving, of pity and  anger. He swallowed hard that the poor man  was looking at him surprisingly.  

The ticket seller commented philosophically,  “Life is a damn thing, you see. I’d rescued him  from the jail. On 30 April I opened the door of  the jail to liberate him while the fire was  spreading fiercely and the jail was about to be  gulped in it and guns shot everywhere… Having  lost the war lost the country and additionally I  was to be robbed. My sadness is rather hard to  stand.” He gave out a sigh and walked away  staggeringly.  

“Lottery tickets! Lottery tickets here!” His touting  sounded sticky and familiar.  

Uncle Tư Chịu whispered quietly:  

“That’s Chơi. God’s punished him. It might be  OK if you told lies to anybody, but how  wretched you shall feel when telling lies to  yourself! He was living in an illusion. He hates  betrayal and deceit, yet he is deceiving the  others. He was the very object for his hatred.  Self-deluding that he’s been betrayed doesn’t  help make him feel happier, innocent, and thus  being acquitted of his crime; quite the contrary it  made him resent himself, and accused himself  of the crime he had done in the past. He  despised himself permanently without being  aware of it.” Uncle Tư Chịu raised his stick  waving toward the lottery ticket seller, called out  loud:  

“Sell me some more tickets, chơi”, he  emphasized the word “chơi” (1).  

The seller stopped, surprised:  

“Why, do you know my name?”  

“I do not know what your name is,” replied  Uncle Tư Chịu. “Just want to buy one more  tickets and ask you what happened to the  money suitcase. Just asking so. Your story was  so interesting. Can’t stand with just half of it.”  

“… Eh, somebody might have snatched it from  him, or he himself might have spent all of it in  gambling. Nobody can be rich, nor anyone can  be happy all his life with their loot,” said the  man.  

“If you came across the old friend of yours now,  how would you do?” asked Tư Chịu.  

The ticket seller seems to hesitate:  

“I may cock a snook at him and after that each  one will go on his way. That’s all. One should  bury the hatchet instead of bearing resentment.  Let his conscience punishes him, and God  would make him suffer.”  

Uncle Tư Chịu drew out a VND500.000 bill from  his trousers’ back pocket to pay the ticket and  he intentionally showed no awareness of it  when he turned round to go away. The ticket  seller’s eyes glittered. He was trying to figure  out whether the customer knew that he had given the wrong amount of money. Being sure  that the old man was completely unaware of it,  the seller hurriedly turned and left.  

Uncle Tư Chịu slowly groped his way into the  gate entrance; his stick was probing the gate  like a mischievous kid playing his sword against  the door. He talked to himself: “That’s Chơi. An  unchanged man. He is still what he is. Greedy. I  need not let him know who I am. What for  anyway? It’s regrettable that I’ve lost my sight  and I can’t see how wrecked he has become.  When you’ve despised yourself, certainly you’d  become a loose person.”  

His niece coming out from the house worriedly  looked at him and she said quietly, “You went  out so early in the morning. You cannot see the  way, it would be very unfortunate if you fell or  tumbled down.”   Uncle Tư Chịu whispered to himself, “A self deluder, a self-deluder!”   The loudspeaker at the other end of the  quarters was sounding wearily. Its cracked  sounds lengthened for some moments before it  came to an end.  

(Written at my schoolmate Lâm’s)  
1 Chơi was the given name of the lottery ticket seller, but the word also means “to play” or “to do something for  pleasure”. In this context it is used ambiguously as a pun with both shades of meaning. In their following  conversation, the word is also used intentionally and ambiguously by Tư Chịu some more times which cannot be  rendered into English. 



English translation by Thiếu Khanh  Nguyễn Huỳnh Điệp  




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