She sighed, unsure where Iceland was. Finally, she replied, "Fairly near I think, I live inViet Nam." On the small screen, a yellow smiley face laughed at her."Not that near! We’re separated by one ocean and two continents," he explained.Ashamed, she was about to log off rather than ask him where exactly his country waswhen he continued."Never mind! I’ll be right over. But first, have you got any wine at home?" he asked."Yes, I’ll offer you some of Da Lat wine," she replied, enjoying the game he wasinitiating."Knock Knock. Open the door, please... Wow, your house is really warm!"Her flat was actually fairly cosy and she began describing it."In my room there’s a vase full of withered flowers, a faded purple curtain, and onewindow facing a wide expanse without a soul in sight.""Wonderful! Where I come from, we see no moon and stars in this season. The nights arevery long. The sun rises and sets within three hours at most," he complained. Ngancouldn’t imagine such a land; it seemed like something out of a fairy tale."Really?" she asked."Truly," he answered. "But it’s Christmas, which means electric lights shine round theclock, especially in the city centre.""Over here, the days are long and the sun smiles bright. On Christmas Eve though, thereare blackouts all over the city," she told him, marvelling at his upside-down world."Never mind. We’ll burn candles instead for warmth and ambience. I’ve got a beautifulrose-shaped candle here. It was given to me a long time ago by a friend on the conditionthat I only burn it on my first blissful night," he said."You’ve led an unhappy life, haven’t you?" she asked. "Has fortune never smiled uponyou?""Not really. What can you do? Easy come, easy go, no?" On the screen, another smileyface appeared. "I’ll bring it to you some day. When we burn it, it will send off thefragrance of a rose.""Are we worthy of such a precious candle?""Why not?"