When The Prison Doors Are Opened, The

Colonial Atrocities Have Prepared The Soil; It Is For Socialists To Sow The Seeds Of Revolution.

Every House Was Festooned With Flowers And With Lanterns. On The National Day, The Whole Country Went Wild With Joy, But On That Very Day, I Was Placed In Chains And Transferred: The Wind Remains Contrary To The Flight Of The Eagle.

But By Reading Them Again And Again Finally I Was Able To Grasp The Essential Part. What Emotion, Enthusiasm, Enlightenment And Confidence They Communicated To Me! I Wept For Joy.

I Only Follow One Party: The Vietnamese Party.

Love Other Human Beings As You Would Love Yourself.