Mekong Hotel Page #2

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The flood control system

will be destroyed here and there.

How many bags of sand

did they ask for?

A million.

Where will they find them?

A million ?

There is nothing to look at.

What about the news ?

What brand is it ?

You're not good at it.

- Where is it ?

- Bangplad.

Where do you live ?

Far away. There won't be any flood there.

Don't you take it for granted.

Water doesn't pay any attention.

Does someone listen to it?

Beware, children,

water will enter

into your mouth.

How will you manage ?

Water will penetrate

your wounds.

I won't venture out.

The Phon's apartment

is located on the mezzanine floor.

First, a boat

cost 2500 bahts.

Then the price went up to 7000,

and now, it's 10 000 bahts.

15 000 bahts in Banguathorg.

- Really ?

- Yes, according to the news.

At the beginning, the government launched

the "bamboo boats" project.

People criticized it:

"Is this all they

come up with? "

Where do we go find the bamboo?

Eventually, manufacturing them

costs 500 bahts, they are the cheapest ones.

But where is the bamboo ?

The forest ranger

has a lot of it. They gave it to us.

I wonder how

the people of Bangkok

will be able to build their rafts.

With plastic bottles.

All stuck together.

When I was young, I used

large plastic bins.

A large bin per person

is sufficient.

Where has all this happened?

In Bangplad.

The Laotians came after

the border was closed.

They came here, and then ...

they were stopped

at the police stations.

But police stations...

Did they migrate here ?

Yes, but the police stations

were crowded.

A fund was created

to build

a refugee camp.

They wrote down a list.

Every refugee had a dossier

and received an ID card.

The hill tribes

were separated from Laotians.

They could file an asylum

application in a third country.

It wasn't easy.

Some failed

the language test

and couldn't leave.

- Did they make a test?

- Yes, and interviews too.

Thai people

married to Laotian people

chose to go to France.

Back then I was jealous.

They run away and got to our place...

I didn't know where the

aids had arrived from or how.

I was too young.

There were trucks

who delivered cereals,

dry legumes

and many other things.

They came every week.

It was like a country within another country.

There was a soccer field

and a market.

- Why were you jealous ?

- A school, a temple.

- Why jealous ?

- I didn't have enough to eat.

And they

were so well fed.

There were more and more of them.

I saw them arrive in crowds.

So I decided ...

Mom.

Mom!

Where are you ?

I know you're here.

Please, get out of his body.

My daughter, I miss you.

Please, go back in your vase.

The vase ?

They broke it.

Phon ?

Is this your wandering soul ?

Yes.

You still remember me ?

Yes.

I remember you.

I fell sad.

I'm not sure...

I still love you.

It was a long time ago.

But you said you loved me

by the riverside.

Now, I'm married.

I have children.

I'm old now.

I'm losing my memory.

Believe me, Masato.

Don't go.

I want to go home.

Don't go...

Please.

Can you hear me, Masato ?

I know, I'll reborn into a horse.

And into different species of

insects.

I don't know

how long it takes ...

before returning human again.

I 'll reborn into a child

in Philippines.

And I know

you'll always follow me.

Why

don't you stop, then?

I can't...

for the same reason of yours.

What are you looking for ?

Your spirit can travel

out of your body

while you're still alive,

with this machine.

No one doubts the existence of the spirit.

He knows you're here.

But he doesn't care.

Because everyone

has their own path.

His spirit may wander everywhere...

until the battery is discharged.

Believe me, Phon.

He doesn't care.

What about you ?

You know...

that he is I

and I am he.

Where are you now ?

After all these years...

It's so painful.

Where are you ?

Can i reach you ?

I'm still in my room.

It's 600 years now.

I'm not far from this world.

I used

to believe in God.

I used

to believe in something...

who has given

a pleasant odor to the flesh...

who has given

a delicate flavor to the blood...

and created me.

And who rules...

all the things,

so that they are put in order.

I'll be there, Mom.

I will not leave you anymore.

I am disgusted

by this ferocity.

I hate it...

that my life is taking this path.

I hate it.

I am disgusted of being...

what I am.

Go to bed, Mom.

We'll be together.

Our memories are mixing together.

A floating tree emerges.

Then a second one.

A third and a fourth.

And so on.

Their roots

stretch in open air.

The details are more visible.

Some leaves

resume their shape...

like two wandering souls

that are rebuilding...

their universe.

A river

appears in the garden.

The Mekong River has its source

in a far country.

In the Altai mountains ?

Doesn't he look like a child, that guy

on the jet ski ?

Yes, a street child.

Have you already done that?

Yes, with my first boyfriend.

No, not the first.

Let me count.

The third.

They sail along

one side of the river.

- Have you already done that?

- Yes.

Off the island of Samui,

with my brother.

And I was feeling

a pleasant pain in my ass...

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