The meal is over, the sun sinks below the western horizon.
From all corners rise folk tune and people’s song.
Suddenly this dismal, gloomy Zingsi prison,
Is turned into a little music academy.

Ho Chi Minh, ‘Evening’, from The Prison Poems of Ho Chi Minh, trans. by The Binh Dang

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