Propaganda poster by Pham Hoc Hai from the Victory, Peace and the revolutionary spirit gallery

I boldly stepped into the house at that hearty welcome. It wasn't far from the front door to the reception table but my steps faltered and I felt a feeling of regret and awareness of human frailty rise with in me when I suddenly saw him as he had been in the recent exhibition catalogue but but now he was sitting behind incense smoke spiraling up and around him on the altar.