By Don Ray and Neal Velgos
Hoa caught up with me and started to tell me that I shouldn't be doing . . . "Hoa, please, please, please translate this." A woman and her teenager daughter were walking toward the gate. Hoa came through for me. The quickly opened the gate and escorted us up the stairs and to the door to the balcony. My heart erupted in joy and the tears nearly kept me from being able to shoot the place where I had somehow, strangely, left a part of me.