This is the first car I can remember from childhood. It is the car that my mother drove when she crashed into a telephone poll in 1977, with my year old brother, who suffered a fractured leg. It was also a point in my life where by adoptive father, Roger, has already abandoned the family and left us all to fend on our own on welfare and food stamps. I suppose the Datsun represents a tragedy but one that we would recover from. It also is a world play, Đạt is my Vietnamese bỉrthname and I am the adopted Son.
I will construct lifesize cardboard models of fragments of my memories.