A small tool to view real-world ActivityPub objects as JSON! Enter a URL
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to the server to view the underlying object.
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"attributedTo": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/859792538960142338",
"content": "Bao giờ cho đến bao giờ?",
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],
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],
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"url": "https://www.minds.com/newsfeed/987691521671614464",
"published": "2019-06-18T12:13:29+00:00",
"source": {
"content": "Bao giờ cho đến bao giờ?",
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},
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"id": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/859792538960142338/entities/urn:activity:864507577468071936",
"attributedTo": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/859792538960142338",
"content": "Một vài hình ảnh về “Con đường đâu khổ” nơi tôi đang sống và các em học sinh đang đi qua hàng ngày<br /><a href=\"https://www.facebook.com/1598441616872912/posts/1933102376740166/\" target=\"_blank\">https://www.facebook.com/1598441616872912/posts/1933102376740166/</a>",
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"url": "https://www.minds.com/newsfeed/864507577468071936",
"published": "2018-07-13T14:04:28+00:00",
"source": {
"content": "Một vài hình ảnh về “Con đường đâu khổ” nơi tôi đang sống và các em học sinh đang đi qua hàng ngày\nhttps://www.facebook.com/1598441616872912/posts/1933102376740166/",
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}
},
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{
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"id": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/859792538960142338/entities/urn:activity:862482485254803456",
"attributedTo": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/859792538960142338",
"content": "Bà con chắc lại được Việt Tân bơm u ét đê rồi, bọn VT giàu thật<br />Tuần hành ôn hoà phản đối luật an ning mạng, luật đặc khu<br /><a href=\"https://www.facebook.com/thanhnienconggiao/videos/1742835895785543/\" target=\"_blank\">https://www.facebook.com/thanhnienconggiao/videos/1742835895785543/</a>",
"to": [
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],
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"https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/859792538960142338/followers"
],
"tag": [],
"url": "https://www.minds.com/newsfeed/862482485254803456",
"published": "2018-07-07T23:57:28+00:00",
"source": {
"content": "Bà con chắc lại được Việt Tân bơm u ét đê rồi, bọn VT giàu thật\nTuần hành ôn hoà phản đối luật an ning mạng, luật đặc khu\nhttps://www.facebook.com/thanhnienconggiao/videos/1742835895785543/",
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"id": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/859792538960142338/entities/urn:activity:862482485254803456/activity"
},
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"type": "Create",
"actor": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/859792538960142338",
"object": {
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"id": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/859792538960142338/entities/urn:activity:861758026715217920",
"attributedTo": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/859792538960142338",
"content": "Hãy xem những người cộng sản đã phá nát đất nước như thế nào, rừng phá sạch bán lấy tiền đút túi các quan, tài nguyên bán hết cho TQ rồi đi nhập lại với giá cắt cổ. <br />Formosa vẫn đang hàng ngày xả thải với khói bụi ngợp trời miền trung. Dân mắc phải căn bệnh ung thư ngày một nhiều hơn. <br />Và hôm nay biển Đà Nẵng ra nông nỗi này.",
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],
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"tag": [],
"url": "https://www.minds.com/newsfeed/861758026715217920",
"published": "2018-07-05T23:58:44+00:00",
"source": {
"content": "Hãy xem những người cộng sản đã phá nát đất nước như thế nào, rừng phá sạch bán lấy tiền đút túi các quan, tài nguyên bán hết cho TQ rồi đi nhập lại với giá cắt cổ. \nFormosa vẫn đang hàng ngày xả thải với khói bụi ngợp trời miền trung. Dân mắc phải căn bệnh ung thư ngày một nhiều hơn. \nVà hôm nay biển Đà Nẵng ra nông nỗi này.",
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},
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},
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"object": {
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"id": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/859792538960142338/entities/urn:activity:861581824953970688",
"attributedTo": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/859792538960142338",
"content": "Hello <a href=\"https://www.minds.com/search?f=top&t=all&q=Markzuckerberg\" title=\"#Markzuckerberg\" class=\"u-url hashtag\" target=\"_blank\">#Markzuckerberg</a>, and to all <a href=\"https://www.minds.com/search?f=top&t=all&q=facebook\" title=\"#facebook\" class=\"u-url hashtag\" target=\"_blank\">#facebook</a> employees<br /><br />We Vietnamese were surprised that the Vietnam map in the Facebook system did not have the Paracels and Spratly archipelagos. Once again.<br /><br />After Facebook users from Vietnam voiced the opposition, Facebook said it was a mistake. But that's just a big lie: everyone visiting the map from outside of Vietnam continues to see the facebook system still confirms that the islands belongs to China.<br /><br />It's shameful for a big company coming from a free and democratic country. For money, you are betraying yourself and your great country.<br /><br />------------<br /><br />Chào Mark, và những người làm việc cho facebook <br /><br />Chúng tôi rất ngạc nhiên khi bản đồ Việt Nam trong hệ thống facebook không có hai quần đảo Hoàng Sa và Trường Sa. Lại một lần nữa như vậy.<br /><br />Sau khi người dùng Facebook từ Việt Nam lên tiếng phản đối, Facebook nói đó chỉ là một sơ xuất. Nhưng thật ra lại là một lời nói dối: tất cả mọi người truy cập vào bản đồ từ bên ngoài của Việt Nam tiếp tục nhìn thấy trên hệ thống facebook xác nhận rằng các hòn đảo đó thuộc về Trung Quốc.<br /><br />Thật đáng xấu hổ cho một công ty lớn đến từ một đất nước tự do và dân chủ. Vì tiền, bạn đang phản bội chính mình và quê hương vĩ đại của các bạn.<br /><br />Tb: Nếu bạn nghĩ mình là người Việt Nam, xin đừng ngần ngại share điều này khắp Facebook.",
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"cc": [
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"tag": [],
"url": "https://www.minds.com/newsfeed/861581824953970688",
"published": "2018-07-05T12:18:34+00:00",
"source": {
"content": "Hello #Markzuckerberg, and to all #facebook employees\n\nWe Vietnamese were surprised that the Vietnam map in the Facebook system did not have the Paracels and Spratly archipelagos. Once again.\n\nAfter Facebook users from Vietnam voiced the opposition, Facebook said it was a mistake. But that's just a big lie: everyone visiting the map from outside of Vietnam continues to see the facebook system still confirms that the islands belongs to China.\n\nIt's shameful for a big company coming from a free and democratic country. For money, you are betraying yourself and your great country.\n\n------------\n\nChào Mark, và những người làm việc cho facebook \n\nChúng tôi rất ngạc nhiên khi bản đồ Việt Nam trong hệ thống facebook không có hai quần đảo Hoàng Sa và Trường Sa. Lại một lần nữa như vậy.\n\nSau khi người dùng Facebook từ Việt Nam lên tiếng phản đối, Facebook nói đó chỉ là một sơ xuất. Nhưng thật ra lại là một lời nói dối: tất cả mọi người truy cập vào bản đồ từ bên ngoài của Việt Nam tiếp tục nhìn thấy trên hệ thống facebook xác nhận rằng các hòn đảo đó thuộc về Trung Quốc.\n\nThật đáng xấu hổ cho một công ty lớn đến từ một đất nước tự do và dân chủ. Vì tiền, bạn đang phản bội chính mình và quê hương vĩ đại của các bạn.\n\nTb: Nếu bạn nghĩ mình là người Việt Nam, xin đừng ngần ngại share điều này khắp Facebook.",
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},
{
"type": "Create",
"actor": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/859792538960142338",
"object": {
"type": "Note",
"id": "https://www.minds.com/api/activitypub/users/859792538960142338/entities/urn:activity:860896809945722880",
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"content": "học sinh VNCH thời tiểu học đã được dạy lịch sử.<br />100 câu thơ về lịch sử VN mà chỉ có học sinh thời VNCH được học!!!<br />1. Vua nào mặt sắt đen sì?<br />2. Vua nào trong buổi hàn vi ở chùa?<br />3. Tướng nào bẻ gậy phò vua?<br />4. Tướng nào dùng bút đánh lừa Vương Thông?<br />5. Ngựa ai phun lửa đầy đồng?<br />6. Voi ai nhỏ lệ ở giòng Hóa Giang?<br />7. Kiếm ai trả lại rùa vàng?<br />8. Súng ai rền ở Vũ Quang thủa nào?<br />9. Còn ai đổi mặc hoàng bào?<br />10. Nữ lưu sánh với anh hào những ai?<br />11. Nhà thơ lên đoạn đầu đài?<br />12. Tướng Tàu chui ống chạy dài Bắc phương?<br />13. Tướng Nam chẳng thiết phong vương?<br />14. Rắc lông ngỗng, thiếp nghe chàng hại cha?<br />15. Anh hùng đại thắng Đống Đa?<br />16. Đông du khởi xướng bôn ba những ngày?<br />17. Lũy Thầy ai đắp, ai xây?<br />18. Hồng-Sơn Liệp-Hộ, triều Tây ẩn mình?<br />19. Vua Bà lừng lẫy uy danh?<br />20. Ấu nhi tập trận, cỏ tranh làm cờ?<br />21. Vua nào nguyên-súy hội thơ?<br />22. Hùng-Vương quốc-tổ đền thờ ở đâu?<br />23. Đại vương bẻ gẫy sừng trâu?<br />24. Rừng Lam khởi nghĩa áo nâu anh hùng?<br />25. Hại dân bán nước tên Cung?<br />26. Đục chìm thuyền địch dưới sông Bạch-Đằng?<br />27. Lý triều nổi tiếng cao tăng?<br />28. Bình-Ngô ai soạn bản văn lưu truyền?<br />29. Mười ba liệt sĩ thành Yên?<br />30. Bỏ quan treo ấn tu tiên thủa nào?<br />31. Ai sinh trăm trứng đồng bào?<br />32. Bình-Khôi chức hiệu được trao cho người?<br />33. Tây-Sơn có nữ tướng tài?<br />34. Cần-vương chống Pháp bị đầy xứ xa?<br />35. Tổ ngành hát bội nước ta?<br />36.. Khúc ngâm Chinh-Phụ ai là tác nhân?<br />37. Vua nào sát hại công thần?<br />38. Nhà văn viết truyện Tố-Tâm trữ tình?<br />39. Thái-Nguyên chống Pháp dấy binh?<br />40. Hà-Ninh tổng đốc vị thành vong thân?<br />41. Vua nào mở nghiệp nhà Trần?<br />42. Nêu gương hiếu tử diễn âm lưu truyền?<br />43. Công lao văn học Nguyễn-Thuyên?<br />44. Lừng danh duyên hải Dinh-Điền là ai?<br />45. Nhà thơ sông Vị, biệt tài?<br />46. Vua nào chống Pháp bị đầy đảo xa?<br />47. Ngày nào kỷ niệm Đống Đa?<br />48. Biên thùy tiễn biệt lời cha dặn dò?<br />49. Mê-Linh xây dựng cơ đồ?<br />50. Bến Hàm-Tử bắt quân thù xâm lăng?<br />51. Húy danh Hoàng-Đế Gia-Long?<br />52. Tướng nào hương khói Lăng-Ông thủa giờ?<br />53. Rồng thiêng kết nghĩa Âu-Cơ?<br />54.. Thánh Trần nay có bàn thờ ở đâu?<br />55. Đời nào có chức Lạc-Hầu?<br />56. Tướng Châu-Văn-Tiếp, ở đâu bỏ mình?<br />57. Danh nho thường gọi Trạng Trình?<br />58. Cha con cùng quyết hy sinh với thành?<br />59. Đầm Dạ-Trạch nức uy danh?<br />60. Sớ dâng chém nịnh không thành, từ quan?<br />61. Công thần vì rắn thác oan?<br />62. Ai mời bô lão dự bàn chiến chinh?<br />63. Vua nào dòng dõi Đế-Minh?<br />64.. Vĩnh-Long thất thủ, liều mình tiết trung?<br />65. Ngày nào trẩy hội Đền Hùng?<br />66. Ngày nào sông Hát, nhị Trưng trẫm mình?<br />67. Núi nào ngự trị Sơn-Tinh?<br />68. Sông nào ghép lại bút danh thi hào?<br />69. Gốc nguồn hai chữ đồng bào?<br />70. Bôn ba tổ chức phong trào Đông du?<br />71. Hùm Thiêng trấn đóng chiến khu?<br />72. Vua nào thành lập Hội Thơ Tao-Đàn?<br />73. Dẹp Thanh giữ vững giang san?<br />74. Thiết triều nằm lả khiến tàn nghiệp Lê?<br />75. Hóa-Giang giữ trọn lời thề?<br />76. Mười năm kháng chiến chẳng nề gian lao?<br />77. Móng rùa thần tặng vua nào?<br />78. Bình Chiêm, Dẹp Tống, Lý trào nổi danh?<br />79. Dâng vua sách lược “Trị-Bình”?<br />80. Trạng nguyên tướng xấu ví mình hoa sen?<br />81. Người Tàu dựng đất Hà-Tiên?<br />82. Họ Lương chống Pháp, Thái-Nguyên bỏ mình?<br />83. Quy-Nhơn thất thủ, quyên sinh?<br />84. Lê Triều sử ký soạn thành họ Ngô?<br />85. Công thần mà bị quật mồ?<br />86. “Vân-Tiên” tác giả lòa mù là ai?<br />87. Đại-Từ nổi tiếng tú tài?<br />88. Đem nghề in sách miệt mài dạy dân?<br />89. Dâng vua cải cách điều trần?<br />90. Sánh duyên công chúa Ngọc-Hân, vua nào?<br />91. Thi nhân nổi loạn họ Cao?<br />92. Xây thành đắp lũy, họ Đào là ai?<br />93. Họ Phan lãnh ấn khâm sai?<br />94. Phòng khuya vọng tiếng thuyền chài tương tư?<br />95. Đông y lừng tiếng danh sư?<br />96. Lời thề diệt địch trên bờ Hóa-Giang?<br />97. Vân-Đồn ai thắng danh vang?<br />98. Am mây ẩn dật chẳng màng lợi danh?<br />99. Mùa xuân nào phá quân Thanh?<br />100. Bao giờ trở lại thanh bình Việt Nam?<br />100 Câu Đố Lịch sử<br />(của Đào Hữu Dương)<br /><br />Câu trả lời là <br /><br />1- Mai Hắc Đế, mặt sắt đen sì<br />2- Lý Thái Tổ thuở hàn vi ở chùa<br />3- Hưng Đạo bẻ gậy phò vua<br />4- Nguyễn Trãi dùng bút, đánh lừa Vương Thông<br />5- Ngựa Thánh Gióng phun lửa đầy đồng<br />6- Voi Hưng Đạo khóc giữa dòng Hóa Giang!<br />7- Kiếm Lê Lợi trả rùa vàng<br />8- Súng Cao Thắng nổ Vũ Quang thuở nào.<br />9- Lê Lai cứu chúa đổi bào<br />10- Hai Bà Trưng sánh anh hào ra oai!<br />11- Cao Bá Quát lên đoạn đầu đài<br />12- Thoát Hoan chui ống chạy dài bắc phương.<br />13- Trần Bình Trọng khinh Bắc Vương<br />14- Mỵ Châu, lông ngỗng rắc đường hại cha!<br />15- Quang Trung đại thắng Đống Đa<br />16- Cụ Phan sang Nhật bôn ba tháng ngày! (Phan Bội Châu lập phong trào Đông Du)<br />17- Đào Duy Từ đắp Lũy Thầy<br />18- Nguyễn Du xử thế, triều Tây ẩn mình!<br />19- Bà Triệu lừng lẫy uy danh<br />20- Đinh Bộ Lĩnh lấy cỏ tranh làm cờ<br />21- Thánh Tông nguyên súy Hội thơ<br />22- Lâm Thao Nghĩa Lĩnh đền thờ Hùng Vương<br />23- Sừng trâu bẻ gẫy: Phùng Hưng<br />24- Lê Lợi khởi nghĩa, anh hùng Lam Sơn<br />25- Họ Hồ phản bội cha ông<br />26- Yết Kiêu, Dã Tượng, thần sông Bạch Đằng!<br />27- Vạn Hạnh, triều Lý cao tăng<br />28- “Bình Ngô”… Nguyễn Trãi hùng văn lưu truyền<br />29- Quốc Dân Đảng, (mười ba) Liệt Sĩ thành Yên<br />30- Từ Thức treo ấn tu tiên (động) Bích Đào.<br />31- Âu Cơ (sinh) trăm trứng đồng bào<br />32- Bình Khôi, Trưng Nhị được trao chúc này<br />33- Bùi Thị Xuân, nữ tướng tài<br />34- Hàm Nghi chống Pháp, bị đày xứ xa.<br />35- Đào Tấn, tổ hát bội nước ta<br />36- Đặng Trần Côn với khúc ca Chinh Phụ sầu…<br />37- Gia Long giết hại công hầu<br />38- Tố Tâm Ngọc Phách xiết bao trữ tình! (Hoàng Ngọc Phách tác giả tiểu thuyết Tố Tâm)<br />39- Đội Cấn chống Pháp, dấy binh<br />40- Hoàng Diệu tổng đốc, vị thành vong thân<br />41- Trần Cảnh mở nghiệp nhà Trần (Trần Cảnh tức Trần Thái Tông)<br />42- Chuyện Hiếu Văn Phức, diễn âm lưu truyền (Lý Văn Phức, tác giả Nhị Thập Tứ Hiếu <br />diễn ca)<br />43- Chữ Nôm khai sáng, Nguyễn Thuyên<br />44- Công Trứ dựng nghiệp dinh điền chẳng sai!<br />45- Tú Xương thơ phú biệt tài<br />46- Duy Tân chống Phàp, bị đày đảo xa<br />47- Mùng Năm Tết, giỗ Đống Đa<br />48- Nam Quan, Nguyễn Trãi nghe cha dặn dò<br />49- Trưng Vương xây dựng cơ đồ<br />50- Quang Khải: Hàm Tử “cầm Hồ” hiên ngang (Trần Quan Khải: Đoạt sáo Chương Dương <br />độ. cầm Hồ Hàm Tử quan<br />51- Nguyễn Ánh tên huý Gia Long<br />52- Tướng Lê Văn Duyệt, Lăng Ông phụng thờ<br />53- Lạc Long kết nghĩa Âu Cơ<br />54- Thánh Trần, Vạn Kiếp ngai thờ tử lâu<br />55- Đời Hùng: Lạc Tướng , Lạc Hầu<br />56- Long Hồ thủy chiến, tướng Châu bỏ mình (Châu Văn Tiếp)<br />57- Nguyễn Bỉnh Khiêm, tức Trạng Trình <br />58- Tri Phương, phò mã hy sinh thủ thường (Nguyễn Tri Phương và phò mã Nguyễn Lâm)<br />59- Triệu Quang Phục, Dạ Trạch Vương<br />60- Chu thần thảo sớ chém phường nịnh gian (Chu thần tức Chu Văn An)<br />61- Nguyễn Trãi vì rắn thác oan<br />62- Nhân Tông triệu tập Diên Hồng đánh Nguyên (Trần Nhân Tông)<br />63- Lộc Tục dòng dõi Đế Minh (Lộc Tộc tức Kinh Dương Vương)<br />64- Mất thành, Thanh Giản quyên sinh cùng đường! (Cụ Phan Thanh Giản để mất thành <br />Vĩnh Long)<br />65- Mười tháng ba, Giỗ Hùng Vương<br />66- Tháng hai mồng sáu Nhị Trưng trầm mình<br />67- Tản Viên ngự trị Sơn Tinh (Tản Viên thuộc dẫy núi Ba Vì ở Hà Tây).<br />68- Sông Đà núi Tản bút danh thi hào<br />69- Trăm con một bọc : Đồng Bào<br />70- Phan Bội Châu khởi phong trào Đông Du<br />71- Hoàng Hoa Thám lập chiến khu<br />72- Lê Thánh Tông mở Hội Thơ Tao Đàn<br />73- Quang Bình giữ nước đuổi Thanh (Nguyễn Quang Bình tức Nguyễn Huệ)<br />74- Ngọa triều Long Đĩnh khiến tàn Tiền Lê.<br />75- Hoá Giang Hưng Đạo hẹn thề<br />76- Mười năm Lê Lợi một bề đuổi Minh<br />77- Thục Phán được móng rùa thiêng (Thục Phán An Dương Vương)<br />78- Thường Kiệt đánh Tống bình Chiêm lẫy lừng (Lý Thường Kiệt tức Ngô Tuấn)<br />79- Lương Đắc Bằng dâng sách “Trị Bình”<br />80- Đĩnh Chi tướng xấu, ví mình hoa sen (Mạc Đĩnh Chi)<br />81- Mạc Cửu dựng đất Hà Tiên<br />82- Ngọc Quyến chống Pháp, Thái Nguyên bỏ mình (Lương Ngọc Quyến)<br />83- Quy Nhơn, Võ Tánh hy sinh<br />84- Đại Việt Sử Ký, công trình họ Ngô (Ngô Sĩ Liên soạn bộ Đại Việt Sử Ký Toàn Thư đời Lê)<br />85- Lê Văn Duyệt bị san mồ<br />86- Đồ Chiểu tác giả lòa mù “Vân Tiên” (Nguyễn Đình Chiểu)<br />87- Đại Từ nổi tiếng Hải Thần (Nguyễn Hải Thần,hoạt <br />động cách mạng chống Pháp)<br />88- Nhữ Học in sách, ân cần dạy dân. (Lương Nhữ Học)<br />89- Trường Tộ, cải cách điều trần. (Nguyễn Trường Tộ, thời vua Tự Đức)<br />90- Vua Quang Trung sánh Ngọc Hân chung tình<br />91- Cao Bá Quát chống Triều Đình<br />92- Duy Từ đắp lũy, đào kinh bậc thầy (Đào Duy Từ)<br />93- Phan Kế Toại lãnh ấn Khâm Sai<br />94- Trương Chi tiếng hát đọa đầy Mị Nương<br />95- Hải Thượng y thuật danh nhân <br />96- Lời thề sông Hóa thánh Trần diệt Mông (Trần Hưng Đạo)<br />97- Khánh Dư nổi tiếng Vân Đồn (Trần Khánh Dư)<br />98- Trạng Trình ẩn dât chẳng còn lợi danh<br />99- Mùa Xuân Kỷ Dậu đuổi Thanh<br />100- Dân quyền, dân chủ an lành Việt Nam.",
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"content": "học sinh VNCH thời tiểu học đã được dạy lịch sử.\n100 câu thơ về lịch sử VN mà chỉ có học sinh thời VNCH được học!!!\n1. Vua nào mặt sắt đen sì?\n2. Vua nào trong buổi hàn vi ở chùa?\n3. Tướng nào bẻ gậy phò vua?\n4. Tướng nào dùng bút đánh lừa Vương Thông?\n5. Ngựa ai phun lửa đầy đồng?\n6. Voi ai nhỏ lệ ở giòng Hóa Giang?\n7. Kiếm ai trả lại rùa vàng?\n8. Súng ai rền ở Vũ Quang thủa nào?\n9. Còn ai đổi mặc hoàng bào?\n10. Nữ lưu sánh với anh hào những ai?\n11. Nhà thơ lên đoạn đầu đài?\n12. Tướng Tàu chui ống chạy dài Bắc phương?\n13. Tướng Nam chẳng thiết phong vương?\n14. Rắc lông ngỗng, thiếp nghe chàng hại cha?\n15. Anh hùng đại thắng Đống Đa?\n16. Đông du khởi xướng bôn ba những ngày?\n17. Lũy Thầy ai đắp, ai xây?\n18. Hồng-Sơn Liệp-Hộ, triều Tây ẩn mình?\n19. Vua Bà lừng lẫy uy danh?\n20. Ấu nhi tập trận, cỏ tranh làm cờ?\n21. Vua nào nguyên-súy hội thơ?\n22. Hùng-Vương quốc-tổ đền thờ ở đâu?\n23. Đại vương bẻ gẫy sừng trâu?\n24. Rừng Lam khởi nghĩa áo nâu anh hùng?\n25. Hại dân bán nước tên Cung?\n26. Đục chìm thuyền địch dưới sông Bạch-Đằng?\n27. Lý triều nổi tiếng cao tăng?\n28. Bình-Ngô ai soạn bản văn lưu truyền?\n29. Mười ba liệt sĩ thành Yên?\n30. Bỏ quan treo ấn tu tiên thủa nào?\n31. Ai sinh trăm trứng đồng bào?\n32. Bình-Khôi chức hiệu được trao cho người?\n33. Tây-Sơn có nữ tướng tài?\n34. Cần-vương chống Pháp bị đầy xứ xa?\n35. Tổ ngành hát bội nước ta?\n36.. Khúc ngâm Chinh-Phụ ai là tác nhân?\n37. Vua nào sát hại công thần?\n38. Nhà văn viết truyện Tố-Tâm trữ tình?\n39. Thái-Nguyên chống Pháp dấy binh?\n40. Hà-Ninh tổng đốc vị thành vong thân?\n41. Vua nào mở nghiệp nhà Trần?\n42. Nêu gương hiếu tử diễn âm lưu truyền?\n43. Công lao văn học Nguyễn-Thuyên?\n44. Lừng danh duyên hải Dinh-Điền là ai?\n45. Nhà thơ sông Vị, biệt tài?\n46. Vua nào chống Pháp bị đầy đảo xa?\n47. Ngày nào kỷ niệm Đống Đa?\n48. Biên thùy tiễn biệt lời cha dặn dò?\n49. Mê-Linh xây dựng cơ đồ?\n50. Bến Hàm-Tử bắt quân thù xâm lăng?\n51. Húy danh Hoàng-Đế Gia-Long?\n52. Tướng nào hương khói Lăng-Ông thủa giờ?\n53. Rồng thiêng kết nghĩa Âu-Cơ?\n54.. Thánh Trần nay có bàn thờ ở đâu?\n55. Đời nào có chức Lạc-Hầu?\n56. Tướng Châu-Văn-Tiếp, ở đâu bỏ mình?\n57. Danh nho thường gọi Trạng Trình?\n58. Cha con cùng quyết hy sinh với thành?\n59. Đầm Dạ-Trạch nức uy danh?\n60. Sớ dâng chém nịnh không thành, từ quan?\n61. Công thần vì rắn thác oan?\n62. Ai mời bô lão dự bàn chiến chinh?\n63. Vua nào dòng dõi Đế-Minh?\n64.. Vĩnh-Long thất thủ, liều mình tiết trung?\n65. Ngày nào trẩy hội Đền Hùng?\n66. Ngày nào sông Hát, nhị Trưng trẫm mình?\n67. Núi nào ngự trị Sơn-Tinh?\n68. Sông nào ghép lại bút danh thi hào?\n69. Gốc nguồn hai chữ đồng bào?\n70. Bôn ba tổ chức phong trào Đông du?\n71. Hùm Thiêng trấn đóng chiến khu?\n72. Vua nào thành lập Hội Thơ Tao-Đàn?\n73. Dẹp Thanh giữ vững giang san?\n74. Thiết triều nằm lả khiến tàn nghiệp Lê?\n75. Hóa-Giang giữ trọn lời thề?\n76. Mười năm kháng chiến chẳng nề gian lao?\n77. Móng rùa thần tặng vua nào?\n78. Bình Chiêm, Dẹp Tống, Lý trào nổi danh?\n79. Dâng vua sách lược “Trị-Bình”?\n80. Trạng nguyên tướng xấu ví mình hoa sen?\n81. Người Tàu dựng đất Hà-Tiên?\n82. Họ Lương chống Pháp, Thái-Nguyên bỏ mình?\n83. Quy-Nhơn thất thủ, quyên sinh?\n84. Lê Triều sử ký soạn thành họ Ngô?\n85. Công thần mà bị quật mồ?\n86. “Vân-Tiên” tác giả lòa mù là ai?\n87. Đại-Từ nổi tiếng tú tài?\n88. Đem nghề in sách miệt mài dạy dân?\n89. Dâng vua cải cách điều trần?\n90. Sánh duyên công chúa Ngọc-Hân, vua nào?\n91. Thi nhân nổi loạn họ Cao?\n92. Xây thành đắp lũy, họ Đào là ai?\n93. Họ Phan lãnh ấn khâm sai?\n94. Phòng khuya vọng tiếng thuyền chài tương tư?\n95. Đông y lừng tiếng danh sư?\n96. Lời thề diệt địch trên bờ Hóa-Giang?\n97. Vân-Đồn ai thắng danh vang?\n98. Am mây ẩn dật chẳng màng lợi danh?\n99. Mùa xuân nào phá quân Thanh?\n100. Bao giờ trở lại thanh bình Việt Nam?\n100 Câu Đố Lịch sử\n(của Đào Hữu Dương)\n\nCâu trả lời là \n\n1- Mai Hắc Đế, mặt sắt đen sì\n2- Lý Thái Tổ thuở hàn vi ở chùa\n3- Hưng Đạo bẻ gậy phò vua\n4- Nguyễn Trãi dùng bút, đánh lừa Vương Thông\n5- Ngựa Thánh Gióng phun lửa đầy đồng\n6- Voi Hưng Đạo khóc giữa dòng Hóa Giang!\n7- Kiếm Lê Lợi trả rùa vàng\n8- Súng Cao Thắng nổ Vũ Quang thuở nào.\n9- Lê Lai cứu chúa đổi bào\n10- Hai Bà Trưng sánh anh hào ra oai!\n11- Cao Bá Quát lên đoạn đầu đài\n12- Thoát Hoan chui ống chạy dài bắc phương.\n13- Trần Bình Trọng khinh Bắc Vương\n14- Mỵ Châu, lông ngỗng rắc đường hại cha!\n15- Quang Trung đại thắng Đống Đa\n16- Cụ Phan sang Nhật bôn ba tháng ngày! (Phan Bội Châu lập phong trào Đông Du)\n17- Đào Duy Từ đắp Lũy Thầy\n18- Nguyễn Du xử thế, triều Tây ẩn mình!\n19- Bà Triệu lừng lẫy uy danh\n20- Đinh Bộ Lĩnh lấy cỏ tranh làm cờ\n21- Thánh Tông nguyên súy Hội thơ\n22- Lâm Thao Nghĩa Lĩnh đền thờ Hùng Vương\n23- Sừng trâu bẻ gẫy: Phùng Hưng\n24- Lê Lợi khởi nghĩa, anh hùng Lam Sơn\n25- Họ Hồ phản bội cha ông\n26- Yết Kiêu, Dã Tượng, thần sông Bạch Đằng!\n27- Vạn Hạnh, triều Lý cao tăng\n28- “Bình Ngô”… Nguyễn Trãi hùng văn lưu truyền\n29- Quốc Dân Đảng, (mười ba) Liệt Sĩ thành Yên\n30- Từ Thức treo ấn tu tiên (động) Bích Đào.\n31- Âu Cơ (sinh) trăm trứng đồng bào\n32- Bình Khôi, Trưng Nhị được trao chúc này\n33- Bùi Thị Xuân, nữ tướng tài\n34- Hàm Nghi chống Pháp, bị đày xứ xa.\n35- Đào Tấn, tổ hát bội nước ta\n36- Đặng Trần Côn với khúc ca Chinh Phụ sầu…\n37- Gia Long giết hại công hầu\n38- Tố Tâm Ngọc Phách xiết bao trữ tình! (Hoàng Ngọc Phách tác giả tiểu thuyết Tố Tâm)\n39- Đội Cấn chống Pháp, dấy binh\n40- Hoàng Diệu tổng đốc, vị thành vong thân\n41- Trần Cảnh mở nghiệp nhà Trần (Trần Cảnh tức Trần Thái Tông)\n42- Chuyện Hiếu Văn Phức, diễn âm lưu truyền (Lý Văn Phức, tác giả Nhị Thập Tứ Hiếu \ndiễn ca)\n43- Chữ Nôm khai sáng, Nguyễn Thuyên\n44- Công Trứ dựng nghiệp dinh điền chẳng sai!\n45- Tú Xương thơ phú biệt tài\n46- Duy Tân chống Phàp, bị đày đảo xa\n47- Mùng Năm Tết, giỗ Đống Đa\n48- Nam Quan, Nguyễn Trãi nghe cha dặn dò\n49- Trưng Vương xây dựng cơ đồ\n50- Quang Khải: Hàm Tử “cầm Hồ” hiên ngang (Trần Quan Khải: Đoạt sáo Chương Dương \nđộ. cầm Hồ Hàm Tử quan\n51- Nguyễn Ánh tên huý Gia Long\n52- Tướng Lê Văn Duyệt, Lăng Ông phụng thờ\n53- Lạc Long kết nghĩa Âu Cơ\n54- Thánh Trần, Vạn Kiếp ngai thờ tử lâu\n55- Đời Hùng: Lạc Tướng , Lạc Hầu\n56- Long Hồ thủy chiến, tướng Châu bỏ mình (Châu Văn Tiếp)\n57- Nguyễn Bỉnh Khiêm, tức Trạng Trình \n58- Tri Phương, phò mã hy sinh thủ thường (Nguyễn Tri Phương và phò mã Nguyễn Lâm)\n59- Triệu Quang Phục, Dạ Trạch Vương\n60- Chu thần thảo sớ chém phường nịnh gian (Chu thần tức Chu Văn An)\n61- Nguyễn Trãi vì rắn thác oan\n62- Nhân Tông triệu tập Diên Hồng đánh Nguyên (Trần Nhân Tông)\n63- Lộc Tục dòng dõi Đế Minh (Lộc Tộc tức Kinh Dương Vương)\n64- Mất thành, Thanh Giản quyên sinh cùng đường! (Cụ Phan Thanh Giản để mất thành \nVĩnh Long)\n65- Mười tháng ba, Giỗ Hùng Vương\n66- Tháng hai mồng sáu Nhị Trưng trầm mình\n67- Tản Viên ngự trị Sơn Tinh (Tản Viên thuộc dẫy núi Ba Vì ở Hà Tây).\n68- Sông Đà núi Tản bút danh thi hào\n69- Trăm con một bọc : Đồng Bào\n70- Phan Bội Châu khởi phong trào Đông Du\n71- Hoàng Hoa Thám lập chiến khu\n72- Lê Thánh Tông mở Hội Thơ Tao Đàn\n73- Quang Bình giữ nước đuổi Thanh (Nguyễn Quang Bình tức Nguyễn Huệ)\n74- Ngọa triều Long Đĩnh khiến tàn Tiền Lê.\n75- Hoá Giang Hưng Đạo hẹn thề\n76- Mười năm Lê Lợi một bề đuổi Minh\n77- Thục Phán được móng rùa thiêng (Thục Phán An Dương Vương)\n78- Thường Kiệt đánh Tống bình Chiêm lẫy lừng (Lý Thường Kiệt tức Ngô Tuấn)\n79- Lương Đắc Bằng dâng sách “Trị Bình”\n80- Đĩnh Chi tướng xấu, ví mình hoa sen (Mạc Đĩnh Chi)\n81- Mạc Cửu dựng đất Hà Tiên\n82- Ngọc Quyến chống Pháp, Thái Nguyên bỏ mình (Lương Ngọc Quyến)\n83- Quy Nhơn, Võ Tánh hy sinh\n84- Đại Việt Sử Ký, công trình họ Ngô (Ngô Sĩ Liên soạn bộ Đại Việt Sử Ký Toàn Thư đời Lê)\n85- Lê Văn Duyệt bị san mồ\n86- Đồ Chiểu tác giả lòa mù “Vân Tiên” (Nguyễn Đình Chiểu)\n87- Đại Từ nổi tiếng Hải Thần (Nguyễn Hải Thần,hoạt \nđộng cách mạng chống Pháp)\n88- Nhữ Học in sách, ân cần dạy dân. 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"content": "Preface<br /><br />This true story, originally in Vietnamese, was given by blogger and democracy activist Phạm Đoan-Trang to a close friend, with instructions to publish it online should something happen to her. On the morning of International Women’s Day, March 8, 2018, Đoan-Trang was taken into custody by Security Police. As instructed, her friend immediately posted the story on Facebook. Upon reading it I decided to translate it into English in order to help her story reach a wider audience. At the time of the original posting, Đoan-Trang’s whereabout was still unknown. She was later released. <br /><br />Photo: Leaked list of FB accounts deemed “reactionary” by the Ministry of Security (source unknown)<br /><br />oOo<br /><br />they will be here in five minutes<br /><br />they will be here in one minute<br /><br />they are here after this senten…<br /><br />(from a poem by Thận Nhiên)<br /><br /><br /><br />Monday morning, 2/26/2018.<br /><br />Last night I set the alarm for 8am – kinda late since I figured I’d have had a hard time sleeping. But it turned out I’d slept really well. When I awoke it felt too short, like I hadn’t slept enough.<br /><br />Hanoi was still a bit chilly. Outside it was grayish dark with what looked like a thick fog but was in fact a fine, misty rain. Spring rain. The kind unique to North Vietnam but that many people hate because it turns the streets into a dirty and muddy mess. But myself I like it very much. It reminds me of a line by the poet Nguyễn Bính:<br /><br />On that day a Spring rain was fluttering<br /><br />Melia petals layered upon the sidewalk...<br /><br />I packed fast. Everything fit nicely into my guitar case and music bag; a small cash purse snuggled in the side pocket. I picked the guitar up and walked quickly toward the door, trying to avoid looking into my mother’s eyes.<br /><br />“Bye, Mom,” I said quietly. “I’m going.”<br /><br />“No breakfast, dear?” She asked.<br /><br />“Don’t feel like eating,” I answered.<br /><br />I hurried outside. I didn’t have to say where I was going; she already knew. I headed straight for the elevator without looking back. I didn’t even tell her when I would return. How could I promise her “I’ll be back” when I myself had no idea what might happen. And because I also knew that if I had stopped to give her a hug, feeling her frail 78-year-old body shivering in my arms, I just might have teared up. Only “might”, because in these moments the journalist instincts in me would roar up and turn me into a cold, calculated machine.<br /><br />Reaching the ground floor, I was prepped to hit the streets. “A Spring rain was fluttering”, and the world was sheathed in a foggy mist. As usual, the sidewalks were full of people—standing and sitting everywhere. I put one hand on a wall and slowly dragged myself along toward the pavement, wondering which motorbike driver belonged to “our side”. I thought to myself, “Getting on a secret police motorbike now would really be crap.” Nevertheless, I still headed straight for the bike parked nearest to the curb. The driver was wearing a raincoat, a helmet and a mouth cover; only his eyes were visible. He looked at me and nodded. Seeing his eyes I immediately felt safe. Those weren’t the eyes of security police.<br /><br />I climbed onto the back. As soon as he started the engine, several young men sitting on the sidewalk quickly got up and went to their bikes.<br /><br />They followed us straight away. I shuddered and started getting goosebumps. In my mind I saw one of them jacknifing us from the side, sandwiching my legs. I could hear the cracking sound of crushed bones… Fortunately, traffic was jam packed. My driver was able to deftly merge into the crowd and not let our pursuers get close to either side.<br /><br />I looked down at my hands; they were quite pale. Was it because I was cold, or was it the rain? Or because I’d hardly gone outside in the past six months?<br /><br />After about half an hour, we turned into a small street near Hào Nam Blvd and arrived at the coffee shop where I told them we could meet. I was forty minutes early. I tried to pay my driver as I climbed down, but he just waved me off and quickly drove away.<br /><br />“Oh dear guitar, do not weep…”<br /><br />I walked into the café and took the instrument off my back. The owner seemed delighted to see me. “It is you, Ms Trang! Long time no see! How are your legs doing?”<br /><br />I was taken aback for a moment, shocked that he knew not only who I was but also my name and even my condition. But more than that, it was not the kind of cautious greeting by someone who’d been brainwashed by Big Brother into believing that I was a dangerous “reactionary” of whom they needed to steer clear.<br /><br />He gave me a big smile, his face beaming like a flower. He had no idea what his simple greetings meant to me. I was instantly calmed. He helped me realize that there was still normalcy in this world, with very normal people living in it.<br /><br />I smiled back at him. “Pretty much the same. But that’s alright.” I pulled up a chair and asked for a hot cup of Lipton and milk.<br /><br />As I waited for my tea, I took out the guitar and started strumming. I had nothing better to while away the time anyhow.<br /><br />“If a picture paints a thousand words, then why can’t I paint you?<br /><br />The words will never show the you I’ve come to know…” [Bread, “If”]<br /><br />The sweet chord progression of “If” cascaded through the air like musical droplets. I’ve known this song since I was twelve or thirteen. I used to listen to it in the dark, when the only light came from the house next door, casting my shadow onto the wall. I’d never imagined back then that one day I’d lead a life like this.<br /><br />One by one, the ‘strangers’ started to come in. Each one took a place at a different table. Within minutes, I was surrounded by security police. They positioned themselves in such a way that all could watch me. But I didn’t pay them much attention; I was busy playing.<br /><br />I’d picked a seat where I could look outside. From here I could occasionally see people from “our side” ride by, glancing at me as they passed to see how I was doing. The scene must have been quite melodramatic. Here I was, playing guitar while waiting for some secret government agents to arrive. Outside it continued to rain. A Spring rain.<br /><br />It was almost 10am when they showed up—a pair of agents with whom I’d agreed to meet. They came on foot, probably by using Uber or Grab. My guitar playing startled them a little bit.<br /><br />S. smiled, “How nice! Could you play a song to welcome us?”<br /><br />I didn’t need to respond since I already was in the middle of playing something.<br /><br />‘Romance’, then ‘Serenade’… I kept on plucking as if in a trance. The strange thing was, I felt like my playing wasn’t all that terrible. It wasn’t dry or emotionless. People say that an artist opens her soul to the world when she performs, letting the instrument speak for her. I didn’t know what exactly I was trying to say, but I could tell that my playing sounded sweet.<br /><br />I stopped after two pieces, feeling that any more would be impolite. I set my guitar down against a wall. Our conversation began.<br /><br />It was detached, unfocused. I only wanted to talk about music but neither one of them had any interest. Truth be told, by the end of our conversation I still had no idea what type of music they liked to listen to even though they said that they sometimes “listen to music to relax and be entertained.”<br /><br />Politics? What could we possibly discuss about politics? During an interrogation session two nights ago, at 10pm, S. appeared happy after he thought he’d ‘tricked’ me into writing down on a piece of paper: “I only fight against dictatorship. Since the current regime in Vietnam is a dictatorship, I fight to abolish it. [Signed: Phạm Đoan Trang]” S. was elated. With that, my required meeting with them the following week was de-escalated from “forced working session” to “coffee shop rendezvous”. Perhaps S. felt that his work was done and that he had succeeded—the reactionary’s file was complete. The ball was now in somebody else’s court, not his.<br /><br />I could always spot the excitement in the eyes of agents like S., or Yến, Minh, Long… Regrettably, such excitement only appeared as a result of the kind of work normal people like us would call immoral: Finalize a dossier that will send a reactionary to prison. In other words, S., Yến, Minh, Long… were happy because in just a few weeks the person sitting in front of them just now—even playing guitar for them and talking to them passionately about music, would be torn away from her family and her loved ones, sent into a totally new environment where there were no guitars, no parents, no brothers or sisters, no friends, nobody, and nothing. Her life of freedom would be left behind.<br /><br />When they sentenced Mother Mushroom to ten years in prison, she was not the only one to, as they loved to say, “suffer the punishment of the law”. Suffering alongside her are also two young children who desperately need their mother, her own aging mother, and her 90-year-old grandmother.<br /><br />And these people claimed that their job was “to protect national security”.<br /><br />The Conversation<br /><br />Once in awhile I’d get bored and reach for the guitar to play a song or two. “It’s Only Love”, “Lên Ngàn” (To the Highlands)… All around me secret security occupied every table. Outside, it was still raining. I could tell people on “our side” and “their side” were interleaving their positions on the sidewalk in order to keep an eye on the situation inside—and on each other. Every now and then, my “driver” whizzed by to take a quick look.<br /><br />It must have been pretty cinematic. A subject is playing her guitar inside a café, surrounded by secret police. Outside, two opposing teams array themselves into interleaving positions to watch.<br /><br />I kept on playing, like an addict. I couldn’t put the guitar away. I suddenly thought of the musicians on the deck of the Titanic, playing their last piece as the ship went down.<br /><br />All of a sudden my driver walked into the shop, half his face still hidden by the mouth guard. He managed to glance at me as he passed. My heart jumped when I saw the look in his eyes. Why was he taking this huge risk?<br /><br />He walked directly to the table behind me and sat down, his back nearly touching mine. I’m not sure why the table was available at that moment; perhaps some agents were in the middle of a shift change.<br /><br />What happened next could have come right out of a movie. Two people sitting back to back in a coffee shop, trying to communicate without letting anybody know. Every so often I’d hear him speak softly but in a deep baritone voice: “Be careful. There’s one in the corner, too.” I would respond loudly, as if talking to S., “Of course, I understand!”<br /><br />At last, the two hours of “coffee shop” talk mercifully came to an end. S. and his comrade paid the bill for the three of us then called a Grab. They must have been very satisfied thinking that their dossier had been completed with their prey neither suspecting anything nor having any thought of escape. But where could I possibly escape to in this situation and with my sickly legs?<br /><br />After the two of them had left, the other security police remained. My driver had no choice but to stay as well. We tried to hold a bizarre conversation with our backs to each other.<br /><br />“Don’t stand up,” he said softly, “until after I’ve gone outside. They’re everywhere out there.”<br /><br />“Sure.”<br /><br />He stood up and shouted loudly to the owner, “Check, please!!”<br /><br />He paid the bill and walked outside. I immediately followed without forgetting to say goodbye to the owner who gave me another big smile, “Please come back when you get a chance!”<br /><br />The sidewalk was full of people loitering near their motorbikes, all staring at me.<br /><br />“K. will pick you up,” my driver said quickly as he jumped on his bike.<br /><br />I looked at him and could only move my lips slightly as if wanting to say “Thank you.”<br /><br />K. came in a flash, dressed in Grab uniform with his face also half hidden by the mouth guard. I lumbered onto his bike like a regular customer who’d just called for a pick up, but my directive was different: “I don’t really know where to go.”<br /><br />“I know,” he said. “Hang on tight, we’ll have to cut off this tail.”<br /><br />K. sped away. A whole gang of “bike taxis” began to follow us. Unknown to me at the time, my first driver was also following them to monitor the situation. Neither did I know that many other friends were also hovering within a hundred feet of us the whole time.<br /><br />“Hang on, sister,” K. said. “We’re taking off!”<br /><br />K. immediately stepped on the gas. The chase began. I grabbed K’s shirt and looked at my hands. They were ghostly pale.<br /><br />“Don’t be scared,” he said. “When I was a kid I read lot of Conan.”<br /><br />That made me chuckle.<br /><br />But K. was correct. Somehow our unintended Conan was able to cut off the tail and delivered me safely away from the security police. I later learned from my first driver that they were furiously mad for losing our trail. They drove up and down the streets looking for their prey, but alas she was nowhere to be seen.<br /><br />But even though we managed to escape, we still were shaking an hour later. By the time we arrived at the “revolutionary headquarter”, I must have been as white as a ghost. It wasn’t until the host smiled at me that I knew I was safe again, albeit temporarily. And hundreds of my colleagues in Saigon, Hanoi, inside and outside of Vietnam, were ecstatic to hear that I’d made it out safely.<br /><br />oOo<br /><br />Indeed. I will never forget that coffee shop meeting for as long as I live. It was a rainy Spring day. Every person, every face I saw left an indelible impression upon my memory, full of emotions and passion. Each one had a role to play. Even the shop owner, or my first driver whose identity I can’t reveal just yet. Even K., and S. And my guitar.<br /><br />I cannot imagine how much all the people in our democracy movement were worried for me, or how hard they worked to protect me.<br /><br />At the same time, they cannot know the emotions I felt on that day and what they truly mean to me in this life. 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"content": "Preface\n\nThis true story, originally in Vietnamese, was given by blogger and democracy activist Phạm Đoan-Trang to a close friend, with instructions to publish it online should something happen to her. On the morning of International Women’s Day, March 8, 2018, Đoan-Trang was taken into custody by Security Police. As instructed, her friend immediately posted the story on Facebook. Upon reading it I decided to translate it into English in order to help her story reach a wider audience. At the time of the original posting, Đoan-Trang’s whereabout was still unknown. She was later released. \n\nPhoto: Leaked list of FB accounts deemed “reactionary” by the Ministry of Security (source unknown)\n\noOo\n\nthey will be here in five minutes\n\nthey will be here in one minute\n\nthey are here after this senten…\n\n(from a poem by Thận Nhiên)\n\n\n\nMonday morning, 2/26/2018.\n\nLast night I set the alarm for 8am – kinda late since I figured I’d have had a hard time sleeping. But it turned out I’d slept really well. When I awoke it felt too short, like I hadn’t slept enough.\n\nHanoi was still a bit chilly. Outside it was grayish dark with what looked like a thick fog but was in fact a fine, misty rain. Spring rain. The kind unique to North Vietnam but that many people hate because it turns the streets into a dirty and muddy mess. But myself I like it very much. It reminds me of a line by the poet Nguyễn Bính:\n\nOn that day a Spring rain was fluttering\n\nMelia petals layered upon the sidewalk...\n\nI packed fast. Everything fit nicely into my guitar case and music bag; a small cash purse snuggled in the side pocket. I picked the guitar up and walked quickly toward the door, trying to avoid looking into my mother’s eyes.\n\n“Bye, Mom,” I said quietly. “I’m going.”\n\n“No breakfast, dear?” She asked.\n\n“Don’t feel like eating,” I answered.\n\nI hurried outside. I didn’t have to say where I was going; she already knew. I headed straight for the elevator without looking back. I didn’t even tell her when I would return. How could I promise her “I’ll be back” when I myself had no idea what might happen. And because I also knew that if I had stopped to give her a hug, feeling her frail 78-year-old body shivering in my arms, I just might have teared up. Only “might”, because in these moments the journalist instincts in me would roar up and turn me into a cold, calculated machine.\n\nReaching the ground floor, I was prepped to hit the streets. “A Spring rain was fluttering”, and the world was sheathed in a foggy mist. As usual, the sidewalks were full of people—standing and sitting everywhere. I put one hand on a wall and slowly dragged myself along toward the pavement, wondering which motorbike driver belonged to “our side”. I thought to myself, “Getting on a secret police motorbike now would really be crap.” Nevertheless, I still headed straight for the bike parked nearest to the curb. The driver was wearing a raincoat, a helmet and a mouth cover; only his eyes were visible. He looked at me and nodded. Seeing his eyes I immediately felt safe. Those weren’t the eyes of security police.\n\nI climbed onto the back. As soon as he started the engine, several young men sitting on the sidewalk quickly got up and went to their bikes.\n\nThey followed us straight away. I shuddered and started getting goosebumps. In my mind I saw one of them jacknifing us from the side, sandwiching my legs. I could hear the cracking sound of crushed bones… Fortunately, traffic was jam packed. My driver was able to deftly merge into the crowd and not let our pursuers get close to either side.\n\nI looked down at my hands; they were quite pale. Was it because I was cold, or was it the rain? Or because I’d hardly gone outside in the past six months?\n\nAfter about half an hour, we turned into a small street near Hào Nam Blvd and arrived at the coffee shop where I told them we could meet. I was forty minutes early. I tried to pay my driver as I climbed down, but he just waved me off and quickly drove away.\n\n“Oh dear guitar, do not weep…”\n\nI walked into the café and took the instrument off my back. The owner seemed delighted to see me. “It is you, Ms Trang! Long time no see! How are your legs doing?”\n\nI was taken aback for a moment, shocked that he knew not only who I was but also my name and even my condition. But more than that, it was not the kind of cautious greeting by someone who’d been brainwashed by Big Brother into believing that I was a dangerous “reactionary” of whom they needed to steer clear.\n\nHe gave me a big smile, his face beaming like a flower. He had no idea what his simple greetings meant to me. I was instantly calmed. He helped me realize that there was still normalcy in this world, with very normal people living in it.\n\nI smiled back at him. “Pretty much the same. 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With that, my required meeting with them the following week was de-escalated from “forced working session” to “coffee shop rendezvous”. Perhaps S. felt that his work was done and that he had succeeded—the reactionary’s file was complete. The ball was now in somebody else’s court, not his.\n\nI could always spot the excitement in the eyes of agents like S., or Yến, Minh, Long… Regrettably, such excitement only appeared as a result of the kind of work normal people like us would call immoral: Finalize a dossier that will send a reactionary to prison. In other words, S., Yến, Minh, Long… were happy because in just a few weeks the person sitting in front of them just now—even playing guitar for them and talking to them passionately about music, would be torn away from her family and her loved ones, sent into a totally new environment where there were no guitars, no parents, no brothers or sisters, no friends, nobody, and nothing. Her life of freedom would be left behind.\n\nWhen they sentenced Mother Mushroom to ten years in prison, she was not the only one to, as they loved to say, “suffer the punishment of the law”. Suffering alongside her are also two young children who desperately need their mother, her own aging mother, and her 90-year-old grandmother.\n\nAnd these people claimed that their job was “to protect national security”.\n\nThe Conversation\n\nOnce in awhile I’d get bored and reach for the guitar to play a song or two. “It’s Only Love”, “Lên Ngàn” (To the Highlands)… All around me secret security occupied every table. Outside, it was still raining. I could tell people on “our side” and “their side” were interleaving their positions on the sidewalk in order to keep an eye on the situation inside—and on each other. Every now and then, my “driver” whizzed by to take a quick look.\n\nIt must have been pretty cinematic. A subject is playing her guitar inside a café, surrounded by secret police. Outside, two opposing teams array themselves into interleaving positions to watch.\n\nI kept on playing, like an addict. I couldn’t put the guitar away. I suddenly thought of the musicians on the deck of the Titanic, playing their last piece as the ship went down.\n\nAll of a sudden my driver walked into the shop, half his face still hidden by the mouth guard. He managed to glance at me as he passed. My heart jumped when I saw the look in his eyes. Why was he taking this huge risk?\n\nHe walked directly to the table behind me and sat down, his back nearly touching mine. I’m not sure why the table was available at that moment; perhaps some agents were in the middle of a shift change.\n\nWhat happened next could have come right out of a movie. Two people sitting back to back in a coffee shop, trying to communicate without letting anybody know. Every so often I’d hear him speak softly but in a deep baritone voice: “Be careful. There’s one in the corner, too.” I would respond loudly, as if talking to S., “Of course, I understand!”\n\nAt last, the two hours of “coffee shop” talk mercifully came to an end. S. and his comrade paid the bill for the three of us then called a Grab. They must have been very satisfied thinking that their dossier had been completed with their prey neither suspecting anything nor having any thought of escape. But where could I possibly escape to in this situation and with my sickly legs?\n\nAfter the two of them had left, the other security police remained. My driver had no choice but to stay as well. We tried to hold a bizarre conversation with our backs to each other.\n\n“Don’t stand up,” he said softly, “until after I’ve gone outside. They’re everywhere out there.”\n\n“Sure.”\n\nHe stood up and shouted loudly to the owner, “Check, please!!”\n\nHe paid the bill and walked outside. I immediately followed without forgetting to say goodbye to the owner who gave me another big smile, “Please come back when you get a chance!”\n\nThe sidewalk was full of people loitering near their motorbikes, all staring at me.\n\n“K. will pick you up,” my driver said quickly as he jumped on his bike.\n\nI looked at him and could only move my lips slightly as if wanting to say “Thank you.”\n\nK. came in a flash, dressed in Grab uniform with his face also half hidden by the mouth guard. I lumbered onto his bike like a regular customer who’d just called for a pick up, but my directive was different: “I don’t really know where to go.”\n\n“I know,” he said. “Hang on tight, we’ll have to cut off this tail.”\n\nK. sped away. A whole gang of “bike taxis” began to follow us. Unknown to me at the time, my first driver was also following them to monitor the situation. Neither did I know that many other friends were also hovering within a hundred feet of us the whole time.\n\n“Hang on, sister,” K. said. “We’re taking off!”\n\nK. immediately stepped on the gas. The chase began. I grabbed K’s shirt and looked at my hands. They were ghostly pale.\n\n“Don’t be scared,” he said. “When I was a kid I read lot of Conan.”\n\nThat made me chuckle.\n\nBut K. was correct. Somehow our unintended Conan was able to cut off the tail and delivered me safely away from the security police. I later learned from my first driver that they were furiously mad for losing our trail. They drove up and down the streets looking for their prey, but alas she was nowhere to be seen.\n\nBut even though we managed to escape, we still were shaking an hour later. By the time we arrived at the “revolutionary headquarter”, I must have been as white as a ghost. It wasn’t until the host smiled at me that I knew I was safe again, albeit temporarily. 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