Hoa Lo : 1

Courage only exists in beliefs.


Hoa Lo prison, situated in the heart of Ha Noi, Vietnam. Now only a living memory and proof of carnage, preserved and open for public to be a first-hand witness to a buried terror.

Commonly known as Hell's Hole, it is once a home of numbers of Vietnamese prisoners, mainly of political being. The French had suppressed political campaigns of the Local in agitating for Independance.

I am not much for the period where American Pilots were detained (Vietnam War), as they were provided with a normal living condition, of which unattainable by the Vietnamese People outside the prison at the time. Not trying to paint a bad picture, but you can develop your own judgment on this particular subject.

In today's hard current position, we fight for freedom. Though it is maintainable as we keep on going back and forth while playing the cards. I have understand, during the days of Vietnamese pre-independence, the French was not in deep sleep with many of the locals conjointly fighting for an independence via political ideologies. As for preservation of the cowardice tradition, those involved in any way is sent to Hoa La, not only to keep them away from those under the arms of the French, but to torture and assisting in creating a Hell on earth.



The courage is dressed in a numbered cloth, with it being the only comfort during the stay.




The view of those unfairly silenced.



This is where a clear look on the condition of those detained, where shackles prevent them from any sort of movement. This is where my heart started to sank, as several circumstances are walked through. From the view of ideas exchanged to a grief in arm. They witness cruelty, friendship, and death, all on the very cold metal steel, the closest to live a life.
















Entering the chamber excite hairs to stand up the way they should not be doing. With the eyes holding back the very spill. Day and night, 1-15-30, they sit by the warmth of each other and at times, violence erupt where the only help to the beaten is a strong phrase for the brave.

It is difficult for me to imagine the collection of courage and strength to face with your own beliefs. These heroic souls are telling us a message, so powerful that only death could deliver. Yet, we keep on shuffling for a new start.

And a wheelchair bound protester on this historic atrocity begged:



If we pray to God that our side is right, it would not shine the day better.