Little by little, Hanoi is waking up from his Covid lethargia. The town is still whispering and it feels very ackward to be walking out again. I can’t help but wonder what is real? was it just a dream? is this the new normal forever?
It feels as if our neighborhood doesn’t dare breathing yet. The threat is still over our heads, and we are litterally walking on eggs, taking a gentle step at a time, softly encouraged by the songs of the birds.
We are strolling around the lake and I am relieved to see that everybody is wearing a mask and keeping distance. The water has never been so clean, and the pollution is so incredibly low that we can see the other side of the lake. I can count on my fingers the times it happened over the last 3 years. If only this could last …
Hanoi is still on soft opening. Public gathering of more than 20 people are still forbidden, and I wonder if Starbucks is open. It’s my social landmark. I realised the shutdown of the town when it closed. How about now?
It’s weird. It’s officially open but it looks as it’s been seriously hit. It’s a sad, amputated place now. I know it will recover and the bandage will disappear at some stage. But this is how it looks for now:
I order my Cappucino and I realise I can’t take out my mask. The new normal doesn’t go with sipping a coffee wandering in the streets. Not yet.
We don’t know yet if schools will reopen anytime soon. Not that I care much at this stage.
We are still waking up to our new normal, keeping our covid reflexes strong and hoping for the best :