Imagine this: You’re sitting on the back of a motorcycle in Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam. Your knuckles are white, your face is green, and your eyes are red—bloodshot from the abject fear that this ride may be your last moment on earth.
You look ahead at a pedicab driver who’s staring you down, daring you to collide with his vehicle. You wonder, “Is this the Asian economic miracle that the West talks about?” Your knuckles grip whiter as you begin to look around.
Your first moment in Ho Chi Minh might be characterized by fear. But your second may

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