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"5:45 am at the fish market in Nha Trang,
Central Vietnam: I’m sitting at a low wooden table on a tiny blue
plastic stool on the sand. Opposite me a woman is smearing three small
round blackened pans with pieces of pork fat. Once the fat has
sizzled, she removes it with wooden chopsticks then throws in some
chopped-up pieces of squid which are fried until golden on both sides.
The cooking smells are irresistible. ....."
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