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Dimensions: 8 x 5

In the war there were many things. Xieng Khouang was a place of beauty and the sky and weather was cold and good. Bequeathed on our lives. And earning a livelihood, was not difficult on account of the plentiful riceland. By this we made ricefields to get rice for our livelihood all the days. But then came the time of 1965. Then the airplanes started to come and destroy. Every day and night it was impossible to sleep. This led us to run into the forest into the holes. But there was still a kind like poison to make you drunk.This kind made us most afraid. And there were many kinds which I cannot draw. Of this one I have made an example for you to see.