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"You will be met at 66 Dong Du, Saigon. Light a cigarette at exactly 1900 hours. Not a second before. Not a second after. Your contact will pass you a match book. Turn around and head towards a familiar place." These were my orders 18 hours ago, and here I am in Saigon. Reeling back the orders from the vaults of my memories.It gets dark pretty early here, which is good as I would need the darkness to be my friend tonight. Walking past the Opera House, past soldiers with their AK47s slung low from their shoulders. I quickly made my way glancing at reflections from glass windows hoping no one is following me.Unarmed and exposed in the open, I felt a drop of sweat running down my forehead. Damn! I am getting too old for this. I'll retire after this job, I thought. Nah! And what would I do? Snap out off it and focus... Ten meters to the intersection of Dong Du and Hai Ba Trung. From there another 16.5 meters to the point. Thanks Google Map!Reached into my right pocket and pulled out a box of Benson's as I looked at the sign that read 66 Dong Du. A mosque right in the centre of Saigon! Who would've imagined. My Panerai GMT is about fifteen clicks to the hour. Perfect! I raised my hands while counting, three... two... light.Suddenly... from nowhere, a young girl... barely ten, tugged my pants. Looking up at me while she passed me a box of matches, she uttered something while holding up her palms. Sensing that I am to pay for that box of matches, I immediately gave her some coins and turned my back to her.Now look for a familiar place, I reminded myself. What can be familiar in Saigon! I have not been here for almost forty years...End of Part Une.BlackCat