 If they came to the door, opened the door, pointed at you or gave you whatever Vietnamese name they had assigned to you, it was a Vietnamese word. I have no idea to this day what the name that they gave me meant. It may have been dirty dog or something like that. If they told you to put your shirt on and your pant long trousers on that you were going off to see somebody, that was not good. Nothing good ever happened when you went out and nothing good ever happened at night either.