Day 7: I Understand The Vietnam War On A Deeper Level

For hours I've been sitting in my room at the new hostel I moved to and writing.  It's on the third floor and pretty hot so I've had the window open and for the entire time this American guy has been out in the courtyard explaining American politics to some people.  I actually have no idea who he's explaining it to because for the 3 hours I've been here he's been basically the only one talking.  But I am pretty sure that for some of them English is not their first language, just based on how he's speaking to them.

Things he's discussed:

How he understands the Vietnam War more than most Americans and his only fact to back this up was that he knows about the secret bombing of Cambodia, which has been not been a secret for decades.

CIA blacksites.

How he understands the political climate that created Trump.

Shadow governments.

East German interrogation techniques and facts which I can tell he got from a tour I went on yesterday because they are verbatim what the tour guide said, but he claims he was the only one there when he went and it was "sooooo creepy".

And many more.  Finally he left to go get a drink just now and people seemed relieved.

Oh, now he's back and he's flirting with some forign woman and explaining Seinfeld to her but can't seem to spell it which is probably fine because she never asked him how to spell it anyways.  I had no idea there was even a woman in the group, with how much he's been monologueing.

Wow I miss my old hostel so much right now.

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