[Vietnam, and all her colleagues, are like celebrities, back home. Almost everyone knew who they were, knew their stories. Having her memories seen by others does not bother her as much, even if there were some personal ones she'd rather keep secret. But her history is known to all.

She would understand that other humans would feel this as an invasion of privacy, and she is very sorry for it happening. But she does not mind that others has seen hers. It helps them understand her. And now, seeing other memories help her understand them. Like Noel.]

That is fine. Now you know what I am, you understand that I worry not about having my history known. You can ask more questions. [She's had to answer many from those who know she is a country.]

Vietnam is the name given to the country. The mass of land with the citizens living on it. I've had many names, and that is only one of them. So, in a way, I use the name that is given to the country by the people, being that I am the country. If tomorrow the name should change, I will no longer be called Vietnam.

But how to describe my existence...[She taps her chin.] I was chosen. When a country forms an identity thanks to its people and history, someone is chosen to represent that. Like a spirit. We grow with it, and many things may change, whether we agree with it or not.