It was on a very poetical lake in Kunming that I met Uncle Ho in 1940. His name was then Comrade Wang. Although there was no introduction, I recognised him by instinct. After our first handshake, we regarded each other as old acquaintances. He treated me as an equal and that impression remains fresh in my mind.
Great men are always simple.
The simpler they are, the greater they become. Afterwards, together with Uncle Ho , we returned to Vie t Ba c Region to set up our revolutionary base. In a meeting on a cold winter day in Pa c Bo Cave, one comrade said that it was difficult for us to stage an armed uprising because we did not have enough weapons. We had to go to high mountainous areas to persuade their inhabitants to join the Vie t Minh Association. In order to win their hearts and minds, we had to learn the languages of three major ethnic groups.