Locals know I will pay to hospitalize the dognappers. But people here are cowards, neighbor had a dog run around the corner, by the time she caught up he was gone already. A dozen workers in sight, she asks, they all give that infuriating hand waggle.
I have pretty good northern pronunciation, which is the TV and government standard, my tones are good. Anyone I get to know understands me fine. But talk to most locals and it's that goddamn waggle and "cow hoo," which is Avox for không hiểu. I don't understand. Ask them to slow down, ask them to stop yelling from two feet away, no effect. I've reached a state of discouragement where I haven't actively studied for a year. I need to get over that, I live here; I can read fine, I write better than 90% of American Vietnamese and spell better than most people here, but the language is so fast, the pronunciation can be so sloppy, so much discriminatory detail is omitted (d-, gi-, and v- all sound the same here) that it feels hopeless.
There another thing. This weird unconsciousness. Changing lanes without looking, cutting right in front if cars, and yes people do get killed; walking through a closed door and leaving it gaping open, a workplace with an empty tool rack and tools all over the room. At my gym these guys with college tshirts will take three pair of barbells off the rack, smile smile smile, use maybe one and just leave them on the floor, middle of the aisle. I've tripped on them before. I do not get these people.
The food is great, I have a few friends, but I really have no use for this culture.
And don't get me started on what they regard as music.