Nghe An language for Nghe An people far from home

I still remember the following story: One winter evening in 1981, I was walking near Dai Co Viet Street on the road now called Ta Quang Buu Street, when I heard a group of Polytechnic students ahead talking to each other about their Nghe Tinh friends. What I heard was: “I admit that the Nghe Tinh friends are really close friends. It’s funny, these people, they were speaking Northern dialect to us normally, but when someone with a Nghe accent appeared next to them, they immediately changed their accent, it was unbelievable. It was like a foreign language”. The story I heard on the street more than 40 years ago has always been in my memory, somehow making me more proud of the closeness of my Nghe people when they are far from home, of the Nghe accent when people from other regions first hear it, as if it were a foreign language.

After that, I taught Vietnamese in Cambodia from 1982 to 1990. I remember in 1983, I met and became friends with a group of Vietnamese volunteer soldiers who were on duty to protect the Forward Command area of ​​the Vietnamese Volunteer Army. I was a bit surprised because they were all Nghe An soldiers. During a beer party, I learned that there were about 200 Nghe An soldiers on duty here. One of the boys in this group named Thuan, from Vinh An village, Thanh Tuong commune, Thanh Chuong district, my hometown, often came to visit me. He said that there was another person from Thanh Linh who lived 15 kilometers away from me. One weekend, suddenly the boy from Thanh Linh came to my house and said: I am Van from Thanh Linh. I heard from Thuan that there is a man from Thanh Van, Nam, who teaches at the University of Medicine and Pharmacy in Phnom Penh. I wanted to come up and visit you. I thought I could borrow their bike, but it was broken, so I walked up here!

I was touched by the young 20-year-old soldier who walked 15 kilometers one morning to visit a fellow countryman whose name he had only heard but had never met. Van stayed with me all day. After that, we occasionally met up with 3-4 other fellow Thanh Chuong soldiers like Thuan, Khanh... I remember that during Tet, Van was on leave so he brought letters and gifts from me to my mother and sister in the countryside, ate at my house, and when he came back, he brought honey cakes my mother made for me. The memory of a soldier from the same hometown walking 15 kilometers to find his fellow countryman, me, on a weekend in the dry season of 1984, always haunts me about the love for the homeland/people of Nghe An.

In 2017, I went to work at Paris Diderot University (France). A Vietnamese teacher in the Vietnamese community named Gai Joé Nguyen, whose Vietnamese name is Gái, was my student in the Vietnamese Teaching Methods for Overseas Vietnamese Teachers class, jointly organized by the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and the Ministry of Education in Hanoi every August, took me on a tour of Paris.

Knowing that I was from Thanh Chuong, she called a close friend who had studied with her in the French department, University of Foreign Languages ​​- University of Da Nang, married a Belgian and was living in Longwy, Northeast France. Her close friend's name was Nhan, from my hometown Thanh Chuong. The girl called and said that there was a teacher Nam from Thanh Chuong who was here, at that time we were standing on a bridge near the Eiffel Tower and passed the phone to me to talk to Nhan. On the other end of the line was a thick Thanh Chuong accent, I also changed my Thanh Chuong accent...

After talking for a while, Nhan invited me to go to Nhan's family's place in Longwy to visit. I said that I would wait a few days, when my wife came over, if possible, my husband and I would go together. I said that, but in my mind I thought it was impossible to go, because the distance to where Nhan lived was very far. But by chance, luck came to me when my cousin's brother-in-law, my cousin's husband, was working as an Ambassador in Belgium-Luxembourg and my cousin knew through Facebook that I was working in France, so she texted me and invited my husband and I to come to Belgium to visit.

After consulting with the Girl, she came up with the following plan: On the weekend, she and her mother would go with us to Nhan's house in a neighborhood at the border intersection of three countries: France, Luxembourg, Belgium. We would stay there from yesterday afternoon for a night, then the next morning we would visit the area around Nhan's house, the next afternoon we would go to Luxembourg for about 3 hours, then say goodbye at the Luxembourg train station, and my husband and I would go to Belgium. That way we could visit Nhan's house and learn about another country, Luxembourg. And so we had a wonderful trip down to Longwy.

Longwy is a region recognized as a world heritage site for its fortresses designed by Vauban. Longwy is located in the Lorraine region near the border with Belgium, known as the homeland of the impressively colorful “Cloisonné” ceramic vases. Nhan’s family has 4 members, a Belgian husband named Soblet Dominique, a very interesting person, 2 children, a girl and a boy. The girl’s name is Ngoc Anh Océane, 11 years old that year. The boy’s name is Ngoc Bao Kylian, 9 years old that year. What surprised and touched me was that Nhan’s 2 children could speak Vietnamese with a Thanh Chuong accent quite well, especially Ngoc Anh. When I heard Nhan say to Ngoc Bao: "Why are you so lazy to speak Vietnamese? If you don't learn from me and don't speak Vietnamese much, I won't let you visit your grandmother and aunt, do you hear me?", I felt my homeland was so close even though I was in a remote part of France.

The memories of that trip were wonderful and warm. It is known that Nhan's Belgian husband is very considerate. Every year, except during the Covid-19 pandemic, he brought his wife and children back to his wife's hometown in Dong Van commune, Thanh Chuong district for a month or a few months. After getting to know each other, in 2018 and 2019, when returning to Nghe An, Nhan's whole family stopped by my house in Hanoi for a few days before returning to their hometown. I still have a clip of Nhan's niece speaking Nghe dialect to me at my house in Hanoi. When I asked, "Do you like going to Dong Van?" she answered "yes"; I asked, "Why do you like going to Dong Van?", she answered, "Because there is your grandmother and aunt."

In 2020, I went to Korea to teach Vietnamese for a year. One day, when I went to a meeting at the embassy, ​​I happened to meet a guy who was also a representative of the Vietnamese side of the ASEAN Economic Community in Seoul. Hearing his Nghe accent, we immediately "caught each other's waves" and we often gathered at Thang's house to drink and party on the weekends because Thang's house was very large and beautiful. When I returned to Hanoi, one day I contacted Thang to invite him to go drink draft beer at a restaurant in Bach Mai. When Thang arrived by motorbike, he brought his mother from the countryside to visit. Thang said, "Take your mother with you for fun." I was very touched. She just sat there, smiling happily, eating a few peanuts.

I tell these memories to show that, for Nghe An people, when they are far from home, it is like the first emotional signal that shortens the normal social distance, helping to quickly connect fellow countrymen far from home. Perhaps that is why musician Le Xuan Hoa set to music a poem by poet Luong Khac Thanh that is truly Nghe An and has a very suggestive and affectionate title "Nghe An Voice Comes Back". Of course, saying that does not mean that fellow countrymen from other regions are not attached. But in fact, it seems that Nghe An people often do everything to the end, maybe a little more than other regions, so they are nicknamed "crazy", "extreme". Well, sometimes too much of anything is somewhat limited. The important thing is that people who go far away, keep their hometown identity, stick together, and be warm with each other, but do not let it become cliques, regional discrimination, and then become "local".

In terms of language, historical linguists consider Nghe language a valuable source of data to support research on the movement and development of Vietnamese. Nghe language still retains many "sediments" of ancient Vietnamese, ancient pre-Viet Muong language, even the period when pre-Viet Muong language had not yet separated from Mon - Khmer languages.

When I was in Cambodia, I discovered Khmer words that have the same origin as Nghe, such as Khmer:nis, Nghe An language:now, Vietnamese:This; Khmer:today, Nghe An language:right, Vietnamese:day; Khmer:throne, Nghe An language:bored, Vietnamese:distant; Khmercall, Nghe An languagestandbut related to the wordchoose(squat, that is, the typesit stand), Vietnamese:stand. The person who discovered the wordcallhas a meaning related to the elementchooseinsit and chatof Nghe An is scholar Phan Ngoc, also a Nghe An native. In a meeting with him in 1985 when I returned to Hanoi, he was extremely happy to show me about his discovery of the typesit and chatin my Nghe dialect it means sit standsquat, notsit on the flooris related to the wordcallin Khmer. He said while laughing and slapping his thigh because of this discovery. He told me: “I like to tell you this story because you know Nghe dialect. The soldiers here, when talking about this, almost don’t understand so they don’t like to listen.”

Especially in terms of intonation, I hear and see many sentences that have similarities between Nghe An intonation and Khmer intonation. Perhaps thanks to that, I learned to speak Khmer very easily and when I speak Khmer, many Cambodians comment that I speak like a native speaker.

Nghe An language (Nghe An accent) is a precious heritage passed down from ancient times. Over time, there are sediments of ancient Vietnamese that still remain, but there are also changes in vocabulary. For example, ancient Nghe people called:bearand now calledrice, old callmonkey, Alreadythe dog, many areas are still calledthe dog, some areas are calledDaughteras common language

Most of the Nghe people I have met who are far from home have a talent for changing their accents. For example, editor Diep Chi, Quang Vinh, MC Khanh Vy (whose accent is Northern, Southern, Nghe Nghe); some have changed their accents a bit, mainly Nghe, but still have the accent of the region where Nghe people settled (North/South), and there are some people who, no matter where they go, still do not change their accent/cannot change their accent, only using common words. I have a biological aunt (from Thanh Chuong), now both she and her uncle have gone to the white clouds. Even though she followed my uncle (from Do Luong) everywhere, then settled in Hanoi after 1954, more than 60 years away from home, my aunt still keeps her Nghe accent and old Nghe words. I remember one day I came to my aunt's house on Tran Hung Dao, when she saw me coming in, her cat kept jumping up and down in a frenzy. My aunt said:I'm sorry(it's a joke, man).Oh the wordpig, I haven't heard it for decades, but strangely, my childhood keeps flooding back in my memory with the wordpigthat my mom said.

In conclusion, in the heart of every Nghe person far from home, there seems to be a deep longing for their homeland with many old stories. That is the old ferry dock that is restless even though it now only exists in memory, the vi tune, the moonlit night songs on the village dike and the boatmen rowing along the Lam River are now also in the past. And when a Nghe person far from home meets a fellow countryman, they immediately change their tone of voice to "Where are you from?", then all the distance of etiquette is shortened miraculously.

That's right:

Hear a familiar voice among the crowd of strangers

A handshake sir?

The accent of our homeland is rich and deep.

My hometown's voice is simple but lovely.

The sound of homeland comes back in memory

Once we have met, it is easy to get to know each other.

Love each other and find the two words "compatriot"...

(Lyrics of the song "The Voice of the Artist Comes Back").