The man from California This afternoon, Phuong and I went to a park to talk with foreigners. But we met a strange person. He is from California. When we talk about Ho Chi Minh who was our former respectable president, his lip curls in contempt and he shrugged his shoulders unsatisfied. He didn’t respect Ho Chi Minh. Ok, it’s not matter. But why did he show such a attitude? He said that he just believed in God. He insisted on God create everything, God save human from faults. Everyone has something to believe, it’s good, but it’s none of your business what they believe in. you can’t say other is wrong and you’re right. It doesn’t work like that. You can’t oblige other follow what you’re thinking of. I told him I didn’t believe in any region but if there must be one, I’ll choose Buddhism. It’s because Buddhism is popular in Vietnam. He immediately quarreled me. he told me smoking is popular too, are you intent to smoking like them. He was so graceless. His words just like a kid’s. of course, I just follow what is right. Oh, I didn’t understand why he didn’t create a peaceful conversation but smell fire like that. He wasn’t polite. I told him Grammar was not as important as Vocabulary. Then, his lips curled again. I didn’t said grammar wasn’t important. So it wasn’t necessary for him to demonstrate how important the grammar is to me, because I’ve already known this. All of above, I hated his institute and the way he talked with us. Bich Phuong and I was boring. It’s not like I think less of him but just want him to give us some respect for our opinions.