At a market in HCMC, I met a lady who was selling bread, and I decided to buy some. At the same time I gave her some sweets from my bag, and I remember she was very embarrassed by the sight of her dark and worn hands. She shook her head and pointed at them when she received the sweets, and found it hard to shake hands.. But I think there was something beautiful about them. Hands are so expressive and carry a personal story about life.