... after the course of the election days, is exactly like the mood of April 30th, 1975. The day I left VN floating on the sea. At that time, my family and I just knew we had to leave and left everything behind. We did not know where to go and whether there would be any country would accept us or not. It's also the day I realized among us, who's the enemy and who's the friend? Who is a true patriot, and who is a traitor?