An American, a Frenchman, and a Vietnamese refugee had a discussion about the
happiness of life. 
"To me, happiness is returning home on a Monday evening, having a
wonderful dinner prepared by my wife, then slouching on the sofa watching Monday
Night Football," the American said. 
"You Americans are not romantic at all", the French injected,
"Spending a lovely evening with my lover, walking along the Seine river,
and having a romantic dinner on top of the Eiffel tower. That is happiness of
life." 
"You call those things happiness", the Vietnamese said, "then
you two still don't understand life at all. Imagine this. You are sleeping
soundly at night in Saigon. Then suddenly you hear loud knocks on your front
door. You hear loud voices, 'Mr. Nguyen Van Binh, open the door!'. Awaked with
fear, you rush out and open the door. Right there, you see two secret policemen
ready to handcuff you. One man say to you, 'Mr. Nguyen Van Binh, you are under
arrest for your anti-revolutionary activities. You are being sent to the
re-educational camp for an undetermined period of time. Sweating profusely and
shaking uncontrollably, you reply to them, 'Comrades, Mr. Nguyen Van Binh lives
next door.' That moment is the ultimate happiness of life, my friends."