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Vietnam had always been an exotic destination for me and my friends until we finally were there. "Where you go, do what they do" is a compelling saying for adventurous travelers who didn't know that crossing the roads of Hanoi was going to be so complicated due to the motorbikes that threaten you while you just need to go to the supermarket or a fast food restaurant in order to take a Vietnamese soup… Just do what they do, which means be faster than the motorbikes if you don't want to be crashed; don't kiss your boyfriend in public spaces if you rather prefer to stay free instead of going to prision; try the food you see in the grill: it's made with love. Well… for me and my friends was not possible to enforce the third rule: we had seen how animals that are probably considered pets for west cultures were becaming the dinner of the local people. Fortunately in Vietnam we understood the diversity and they also understood ours. Differences make this world the righ place for all. And, if you think me and my friends were always a compact group that travelled together all the time, you will get a surprise by knowing that, actually, we split in Hanoi. My friend Paz decided to go into the nature, to discover the rural areas near the capital and take some pictures while walking direction Halong Bay (it was her objective at the beginning but we convinced her to make this on the next day with us); my other friend, Natty, chose going shopping in the city -she affirms that you can learn how is a culture through consumption habits and she maybe isn't wrong-. What about me? My friends love sightseeing and nature perspectives, they both know how to take good photographs while I just like reading and writing… How was going to be my day? Well, I present you a kind of complicated scenario for this decision but the reality is that it was not complicated at all and, moreover, I had it already planned: I was going to visit the Temple of Literature, a charming oriental palace whith amazing gardens and vegetation in the middle of the crowded Hanoi; almost a paradise. After finding the place following my maps and settled indications, I went into the temple with the idea of see a place where the information about authors of Vietnamese literature, theater and poetry was going to be available in cold exhibition showcases. For my surprise, the arrangement of the museum was completely different to those that I had seen before. In my Argentinian perspective, whose elements of Latin American culture are mixed with those of Europe and even shaped by some influence of Hollywood movies, a museum was a place where objects, archeological material and texts are organized according to a periodical or cronological order; a place where you go to study and concentrate in the transmission of culture through written texts; a place where you organize your own understanding in terms of lineality: starting point, continuation and end. The Vietnamese Temple of Literature was totally the opposite: the buildings are sorrounded by geometrical trees that impress you so much as the roof of the pagodas; artificial pools of green water which guide you to breath the Asian nature and humidity, mix of city's wind and mold in the wall of ancient constructions; narrow wood stairs that invite to the first floors of the several temples like going to a second level of spirituality where tridimensional statues and busts look at you as witnesses of your own steps and travel. But mostly the Vietnamese language -unknown for me at that time- made this visit a bit more exiting because instead of following the proper information and indications of the place written also in English, I just decided to read only the beginning and continuing by interpreting what I was starting to feel: I think that, like the Budists Monks who pray in silence and barefoot feeling the floor's surface, I connected with the real air through my own corporality and with the silence by visualizing an alphabet made of signs absolutely unintelligible for me.