This is your story about the SIA girl in a remote village in Vietnam.

You were travelling round Vietnam off the beaten track when you came to this remote traditional village still not exposed to foreign visitors. You knew you looked out of place, and the locals were inspecting you curiously. The custom was for the village head to approach newcomers and invite them to his hut, and this was what happened. So you went with the interpeter into the hut where old newspapers lined the walls, and that was when to your surprise, you looked up to see an old newspaper cutting of a SIA girl.

And the wife of the village head turned out to be the same age as you, and that got you wondering about the different paths life could lead.

You told this story much better than I've written it, but I guess everyone would get the idea.