Quiet, gentle and discreet, Quy Hoa maple village (Ghenh Rang ward, Quy Nhon city, Binh Dinh province) is like a small hidden corner in Quy Nhon beach town. The beautiful beauty of the natural scenery blends in the 60-hectare area, once there was a maple village. Tucked away in a valley surrounded by mountains and sea, Quy Hoa maple village was once like a quiet stop in the middle of a lute written with captivating and enchanting tunes of nature. This is also the place where poet Han Mac Tu once lived and spent his whole painful life in this place. For a long time, everyone remembers the sad and despairing verses of the Han poet: “Whose boat docks at that moon river / Can bring the moon back in time tonight?”, or “Who buys the moon, I sell the moon?” for?”. The evil disease came to the poet with the surname Han in the midst of the undeveloped medicine, plus the alienation of the world made him have to find a faraway place to lull his soul. Mr. Chin hopes that, in addition to helping the leper villagers develop their economy, this moon boat can be put into tourism service. Quy Hoa, a place that has long been implicit in people’s minds is a refuge for people with leprosy. Many people come and go, the remaining patients are a struggle when they have passed most of their human lives, sitting on the porch in the afternoon waiting for the day to pass. But, Quy Hoa now suddenly makes people feel surprised at the transformation of a land that was haunted by pain and miserable fates. In a hidden corner near the coast of Quy Hoa, fisherman Le Van Chin (52 years old) sat contemplatively in front of a row of coconut trees fluttering in the sea breeze. He was probably one of the few special people in this place. Around where he sat, small blue boats were spread out on the sand. He smiled happily, pointed to each boat and said: This boat is yours, that boat is yours, that one… all of them are made by you. And he was also a leper patient at one time. In 1981, when he was still a young teenager in the coastal area of ​​Phan Thiet (Binh Thuan province), he discovered that his limbs lost sensation, then hard lumps gradually appeared on his body. The family took Mr. Chin to Quy Hoa for treatment. At that time, there was a huge guilt in him. But then, at that time, medicine was also more developed, his disease was completely cured. He had a time to return to his hometown of Phan Thiet and go to the sea, but his love with his daughter Ghenh Rang held him back to this land. He is here, working as a seafarer and living in harmony with other sick people. The sea job is very hard, especially for those who have been sick and in poor health in the leper village. Towing heavy basket boats to the sea or to shore every day is a problem. Once, when he saw too many plastic drums being discharged in industrial zones, he came up with the idea of ​​​​making boats from plastic containers. He bought 10 boxes and did his own research. Having made a boat in the past, he quickly built himself a boat from these plastic drums. Lighter boats made of bamboo slats sweep oil, surf faster, maintenance work is also less, more convenient when pulling into the water or bringing ashore, suitable for the health of patients in Quy Nhon. Hoa. Many people see the advantages of this type of boat so they are very interested, they put him to do it. He made 3 types of boats, including pointed boat, cradle boat, and high-pronged cradle boat. Each type is 4m long and 1.2m wide. Each of these boats uses 7 drums of 200 liters type and some auxiliary materials such as freight, screws, bamboo… Currently, the cost to complete each boat is more than 4 million VND, he sells it for a price. 5 or 6 million dong. Mr. Chin with his moon boats. Many fishermen in Quy Hoa consider this boat to have many advantages. Because it’s plastic, it’s easier to float on the water, and the machine can be installed so that it doesn’t take much effort to row. Moreover, the boat has a longer service life when the bamboo boat is only used for 3-4 years to degrade, and the price is more expensive. Therefore, in the past few years, Mr. Chin has made about 60 of them by himself. In addition to relatives in the maple village, there are also some fishermen in Khanh Hoa and Phu Yen who also come to work. He named it “the moon boat Han Mac Tu”, in memory of the talented but unlucky poet who used to live in this maple village. He said to make and sell these boats because their shape is half moon, like the moon. But this place is associated with many memories of the talented poet of the past. From the day there was a television report on a boat with a strange name “Han Mac Tu moon boat”, many tourists coming to Quy Hoa wanted to meet Mr. Chin and take souvenir photos with him with the “moon boat”. Indeed, if you visualize it well, you can see that the boat has the shape of a new moon. The “Han Mac Tu moon boats”, which are popular with Quy Hoa fishermen, also make tourists inside and outside the province when coming to Quy Hoa excited to learn, adding the element of taking advantage of the waste drums, reducing environmental damage. school. Moon boat’s ambition In the memory of the patients once here, the leper village that day also had several hundred leprosy patients. Life was difficult and lacked enough, they did not return to their homeland but decided to settle here, considering Quy Hoa as their second homeland. Missing home, missing their loved ones, they bury them in their hearts to face the sick life they are suffering from. Mr. Chin’s moon boat is made from a 200-liter drum and some auxiliary materials such as freight, screws, bamboo… Painful little people have long had to deal with the gnawing of disease. But, in them, there is still an enduring vitality, strangely resilient. Meeting them, it seemed that no wound had ever been imprinted on the already emaciated bodies because of the evil leprosy. Meet them in the leprosy village of Quy Hoa, where the disease was famous nearly a century ago. But, there are love affairs that each of us feels warm to know. Like Mr. Chin’s love affair with his current wife, like a fairy tale in this feng shui village, where the moon boat seemed to have brought them together, to a happy shore for the past few decades. Few people know that Ms. Vo Thi Thuy (a resident of Ghenh Rang ward) is not like the leper villagers. She did not get sick, but because she loved this kind, hard-working man, she decided to live in the same house with him. At that time, in 1988, the psychology was still very heavy for the sick people in Quy Hoa and that mentality also had a great influence on ordinary people like Ms. Thuy. Like many others, Ms. Thuy’s feelings for Mr. Chin at first were just concern and sharing between people. But then, when love comes, I don’t know. And they had a wedding, then entered the leper village. Called “wedding”, but in the late 80s of the last century, people lived in poverty, disease, simple weddings with only a few cakes, candy, and invited friends and patients to congratulate, in front of the event. witnessed by the hospital board. It was all a great effort. Love is the magic medicine that helps them overcome illness and live better. Living together in love, the patients no longer feel guilty. The power of love has become a spiritual medicine along with the advancement of medicine that has helped many people overcome illness. But, in order to overcome the guilt and obstacles of her family and relatives, Ms. Thuy was determined to come to Mr. Chin, even though the difficulties were endless. A corner of Quy Hoa maple village today. And now, her choice has paid off somewhat. Every day, Mr. Chin, besides going to the sea, builds moon boats for people in the village. Good news spread far away, his boat was popular in many places, he built boats for fishermen in many coastal villages in other localities. During the stormy seasons, when he could not go to the sea, he stayed at home to build boats. Husband and wife and children live peacefully and happily with other families. His children are all grown up, in which the youngest daughter is in high school. That seems to be a worthy reward for his life after hard days. Mr. Chin’s house is not difficult to find, from the hospital gate, go to the right about 50m, you will see a boat placed by the roadside, follow that road about 50m more, on the right hand side, you will see a whitewashed house in front of you. beautiful white is a man who is hard at work. With the “moon boats”, the economy of Mr. Chin’s family and many other households has thus improved significantly. But, he has another wish, which is to put these boats into tourism. “If boats made of drums can carry tourists to Quy Nhon beach, the children of leprosy patients will have jobs. Thus, economic conditions are improved, life will be less difficult, “- Mr. Chin confided. Currently, in Binh Dinh in general, Quy Nhon in particular is on the way to developing tourism, including Quy Hoa maple village. Therefore, Mr. Chin hopes that his moon boats will not only help Phong village people more convenient in catching coastal seafood, but also can participate in tourism services.

Photo: Mai Khanh Huong The second time coming back here, Bai Xep has become a resort paradise. Embrace the beautiful little arc beach resort, bugalow , but each one is beautiful and decorated with high quality. And the dawn of Bai Xep viewed from the divine window makes anyone want pose crazy figure. If you are bored of taking pictures in your room, go to the beach for a few walks. The sand here is quite large, so you will feel like you are getting a foot massage. In particular, on the beach, sometimes there are rocky niches like a natural bath, you just need to step in and enjoy this very chill feeling, so there is a whole series of cool photos again. Photo: Mai Khanh Huong Photo: Mai Khanh Huong Photo: NHIP In the afternoon, the seaside restaurants display all kinds of fresh seafood. These restaurants are all owned by the people of the fishing village, there are houses far away in the village, when customers order, they bring ingredients to process and then bring to the beach for guests, so sometimes you will have to wait a bit. But you will not feel uncomfortable at all, because the seafood here is extremely fresh and the people are extremely friendly and enthusiastic. Photo: NHIP At night, the scenery of Bai Xep suddenly becomes shimmering, strangely poetic. Starry sky, dark sea, cool breeze and distant murmuring sounds will make you want to go for a walk forever. Restaurants on the beach are very busy, from popular restaurants to fine European-style restaurants close to the beach. Bai Xep now has full services and is always a paradise with super virtual living corners that are rarely found anywhere else, with sea glass “treasures” you can pick up on the sand and especially Friendly smiles of the people here.

[…] When I first came to Saigon in the summer of 1972, my father let me go by plane. Perhaps, it was an unforgettable experience with the eagerness of a 13-year-old boy to go out for the first time in his life by such modern means, to a famous and magnificent city known only through books, television or songs; in other words, is somewhere too splendid, luxurious only in dreams.. The father and son went into the house of a relative whom my father called aunt. I remember, the old woman was about 70 years old, her hair was white, and her hair was in a neat bun. A small house in an alley on Yen Do Street (now Ly Chinh Thang), fell in love a few sections. There was a smell behind the house that I couldn’t describe what it was, years later I kept calling it “the smell of Saigon”, rising from the water below (visible through the cracks in the wooden floor). I just wanted to be taken to the street by my father, somewhere to escape this dark smell. However, that family was large and my father had to sit down and talk to them so many things that I could only wander in front of the house looking at the restaurants in the alley, not daring to step out behind, just afraid of encountering the horrible smell. that great. Then I gradually got used to the smell (taste) of Saigon (tired, lack, hunger, despair, hope, joy, sadness…) after having seven years of studying and working here. In the evenings when I go to teach about cycling uphill to Kieu Bridge, I think, sometimes it is the color and smell of canal water that makes it hard for people to forget Saigon. Many years later, when I returned to Nha Trang to work, I still had business trips to Saigon only to realize, if I had a vacation to go somewhere, the first place I would choose was still Saigon. Until the kids went to school here, my trips became more frequent. Saigon book, nostalgia roaming. Photo: ChiBooks. Ever since the discovery of a Saigon scented with porcelain flowers, sweet with the scent of the wall, I turned back the route of walking, did not go to Gia Dinh park but changed direction to the embankment. I can turn any way from Phan Xich Long. Sometimes I wander in small alleys, through spontaneous markets serving small villages that have been associated with the (probably) eternal morning rhythm, from the butcher to the vegetable shop. The alleys of Saigon are not much different from when I was 13 years old until now, more than 50 years. Still the greeting with a slightly southern accent, such innocent and resigned female figures. And even though intentionally… lost my way, I still reached the embankment. The sun was just rising, a sharp, round pink slowly emerged behind the tall buildings. The wind caresses. Some people walk, people swing on gym equipment, people sit on stone benches… The road around the embankment is very empty in the morning, making me see how spacious Saigon is. Passing a garbage collection station, I stopped and observed the daily work of the workers of the urban environment company. The crane from above picks up the trash cans to the canoes parked below. There are two workers to pick up and stow. The canoe started to back up when there were enough barrels and stopped a dense group of water hyacinths, each with a club, pulling the water hyacinth up and putting it in the box. The other canoes continued to run in different directions. I had mornings walking to the embankment, enjoying the fresh air, completely cool and no longer had the “smell of Saigon” of the age of 13. In the free evening, I invited my children to drive to the embankment and watch. The apartment block is printed on the black sky, there are small bright squares, colorful lights, as beautiful as a picture. When looking at the lonely moon, how vast is the sky! When I go to work, before going home, I run around the section of Kieu Bridge – Hoang Hoa Tham Bridge – Tran Khanh Du Bridge to see a row of high-rise buildings “lighting” behind the colorful periwinkle flowers, rows of green ornamental areca trees. , rows of white and red porcelain trees, rows of thin-walled micro-wings, purple mausoleums, yellow scallops… and turned the car around when it hit the roadblock at the construction site. Just remember, all these years in and out of Saigon, I’ve never driven along the Nhieu Loc canal, but heard it’s just over eight kilometers. I asked my son, the middle generation 9X, in the old summers when my mother let me go to Saigon to play, did I ever smell the bad smell of this channel. My child answered no. For a moment, life is long, then you will taste the “smell” of Saigon, the smell of life, but completely no longer have the Saigon smell of when I was 13… Tell your children, when you are tired, try to ignore all the troubles, hustles, fights, and hustles out there and think of Saigon’s porcelain-scented moon seasons like this one to forget and recharge. next step!

Rajni Gill woke up with a mild fever in mid-April, the first sign that she had Covid-19. Within a few days, she had difficulty breathing and was nearly unconscious at the hospital. Desperate to be unable to arrange for Gill’s plasma treatment, her sister posted a plea on social media: “I am looking for a plasma donor for the sister who is hospitalized in Noida. She is blood type B and 43 years old “. Fortunately, the message quickly spread on Twitter and appeared on the phone of Mr. Srinivas BV, an opposition politician in nearby Delhi. He claimed to be a voluntary blood donor and went to help this Covid-19 patient. Internet cries for help spread “like wildfire” India’s health care system has been on the brink of collapse as the country records a record increase every day. Desperate, relatives and friends of the infected people have to send messages for help on social networks. Thousands of people are dying from Covid-19 in India every day. Photo: New York Times. Some people need medical oxygen, which is almost impossible to find in the capital, Delhi. Others are on the hunt for high-priced drugs on the black market, or extremely scarce ventilators. And many of those pleas received a response. The prayers for help reached all walks of life in India, from engineers, lawyers, NGO workers, workers, politicians, doctors and even tuk drivers- tuk. Online networks to help victims of Covid-19 are formed in many of the most remote places. Mr. Srinivas, 38 years old, who donated blood to patient Covid-19 in this story is also among these. As chairman of the youth union of the opposition Indian Congress Party, in early 2020, when the first pandemic struck and India had to blockade, Mr. Srinivas summoned the young volunteers. All over the country distributes food to trapped migrants along with more than 10 million masks. Srinivas said calls for help on social media began to spread “like wildfire”. So he created the hashtag #SOSIYC so that everyone could connect with his Indian Youth Congress. How online networks work India’s online help networks rely on tools and algorithms commonly used in social media marketing. Families of victims will tag with large followers to amplify their message. Meanwhile, volunteer organizers use keywords to filter requests. Abhishek Murarka, who works in finance in Mumbai, decided he needed to do more than share his Twitter posts. He began searching for “verified”, “confirmed” and “available” on Twitter to follow potential supporters like Mr. Srinivas’s team. He posted an 84-second video explaining his tricks so others can use. Hundreds of miles away, 20-year-old Praveen Mishra studied Murarka’s way and applied his own filters to search for hospital beds, oxygen and medicine. He was able to give a special medicine to a patient in Delhi after confirming that it was available in Hyderabad. Some people are even exploiting resources around the world. Nikhil Jois and his team checked and contacted charities providing oxygen, food and tampons. He shortened the list to just over a dozen organizations, then asked companies in India to stick the list on their apps or websites so that Indians could easily access it. help. “The best part of social media is that you trust strangers,” said Jois. Nikhil Jois checked aid organizations and called for donations to victims of Covid-19. Photo: Nikhil Jois. Social media is the only way to seek help However, putting your trust in social media isn’t always a good idea. Several well-known accounts offer shoddy or exorbitant prices to desperate patients. Even joking and deceiving vulnerable people can cause many conflicts of hatred. But with India in crisis and moving not a safe option, social media is the only way for some people to seek help. Aditya Jain, who lives in the capital Delhi, recently issued a call on Twitter. He felt helpless because his aunt and uncle, who lived about 200 km away in Agra, were struggling over a blockade. His aunt has spinal disease, and his uncle, a diabetic, is on dialysis every week. Unable to go out, they only ate one meal a day. They are unable to take care of themselves and cannot even bathe themselves. Through LinkedIn, he found an organization that caters to seniors and filled out a form, providing their names and locations. The next morning, the volunteers showed up in front of his aunt’s house with breakfast and adult diapers. “Social media is like a gift from heaven to us,” said Jain emotionally. But not everyone is as lucky as Jain and Miss Gill. Mr. Srinivas said his organization receives at least 10,000 messages on Twitter every day. However, for every 100 requests, he can usually only help from 30 to 40 people due to lack of manpower and material resources. A volunteer teaches a family member how to use an oxygen tank. Photo: Srinivas BV Ms. Mahua Ray Chaudhuri used to “frantically” tag Mr. Srinivas while searching for oxygen for her ailing father. His team found some, but that was not enough: There were no more ICU beds for patients in the hospital. “At least I could find oxygen for my dad, and he didn’t die of suffocation,” Ms. Chaudhuri said. “This help from these strangers on Twitter is like a relief to our pandemic mind and soul.” The chaplain’s account of the funeral for 150 Covid-19 patients before cremation Every day, Hindu cleric RamKaran Mishra performs a funeral for about 150 people who have died from Covid-19 at the Ghazipur crematory facility east of New Delhi, India.

Drug shortages and medical hypoxia in India when the “tsunami” of COVID-19 swept through unintentionally to help the mercenaries, although many volunteers are still trying to support people on Twitter and Instagram. In the eastern Indian city of Patna, Pranay Puji runs from pharmacy to pharmacy looking for remdesivir for his seriously ill mother. The lack of oxygen in Indian hospitals is severe. (Artwork: Times of India) Finally, a pharmacist told him that if he wanted to buy this drug he had to go to the black market. The supply is offered at 100,000 rupees (1,340 USD), 30 times more expensive than the normal price and 3 times the average monthly income of an office worker in India. Punj then got the medicine from a distant relative whose wife just died of COVID-19. But the “nightmare” has only just begun. In the middle of the night, he received a phone call informing the hospital was running out of oxygen, pushing his mother’s situation into a more pressing situation. “A few hours ago, we managed to give my mother a very expensive hospital bed in a private hospital and move her there.” , I said. Similar heartbreaking stories unfold across India. Desperate people went to social media to ask for support with beds, oxygen and medicine. Although “Pharmacy of the world”, Indian drug manufacturers are unable to meet demand for antivirals such as remdesivir and favipiravir. In the northern city of Lucknow, Mr. Ahmed Abbas has just bought a 46-liter oxygen tank for 45,000 rubles ($ 602), nine times more expensive than the normal price. “They told me to pay first and come to them to pick up the goods the next day”, Abbas said. Indian Prime Minister Narendra Modi, who is being criticized for allowing mass events during the epidemic, said on April 20 that India was “making an effort” to increase supplies of medical goods. “One solution to this crisis is to create a stockpile of antiviral drugs when case numbers are low, but that has not been done.” , Says Raman GaiGaik, infectious disease specialist at Sahyadri Hospital, Pune. The remdesivir manufacturers responded Indian Express Last week the government asked them to stop production from January when the number of infections dropped. As the number of cases increased at a record speed, the Indian government did not take much action while health workers and residents were worried. “My friend is desperate … we tried all the government help lines but no one responded to (and) most of the oxygen providers turned off the phone”, Zain Zaidi, sales manager at a hotel in Lucknow said. “I just found a supplier but he charges 20,000 rupees. I have to buy it no matter what.” The 34-year-old man told AFP in a shocked voice before hanging up. Sheet Times of India reported that the average cost of an oxygen tank has “skyrocketed”, to 20,000 to 25,000 rupees, about 250-330 dollars. The viral advertisement on the oxygen tank costs 30,000 rupees (about 400 USD). Another offered it for 35,000 rupees, about $ 460. According to World Bank data, the gross national income per capita (GNI) in India is $ 2,120 per year. India is not the only country lacking oxygen. The WHO said 25 countries around the world reported a spike in oxygen demand, mainly in Africa. Brazil, Mexico, Peru, Egypt, Nigeria and other countries all reported equipment shortages as the number of COVID-19 cases increased, and more people turned to the black market. According to WHO estimates, more than half a million COVID-19 patients need daily oxygen therapy. That means 1.1 million oxygen cylinders per day.

As India suffers from the world’s worst corona virus crisis, our New Delhi chiefs describe the fear of living in the midst of a pandemic spreading at large scale and speed. so. The crematoriums piled up the bodies, as if a war had just happened. Fire burns day and night. Many places held mass cremations, with dozens of people at the same time. And, at night, in some areas of New Delhi, the sky was blazing with flames. The sick person, without a bed, must lie down on the ground. Photo: New York Times. I waited for my turn to become infected Sickness and death were everywhere. Dozens of homes in my neighborhood have people infected. One of my colleagues is sick. My son’s teacher is also sick. The neighbor is two houses on the right side: Um. The two houses on the left: Um. “I don’t know what kind of illness I have,” said a good friend of mine who was in the hospital. “Just taking a breath and you will …”, his voice fades, unable to finish the sentence because he is too tired. He barely has a decent bed. And the medicine that the doctor prescribed for him is not in India. I was sitting in my house waiting for my turn to get sick. That is the feeling it is in New Delhi, as the world’s worst Covid-19 crisis is happening all around us. It’s out there, I’m here, and I feel as if it’s only a matter of time before I get sick. India is recording more infections every day, sometimes up to 350,000, more than any other country since the beginning of the pandemic, and that’s just the official numbers. Most experts believe that this number is lower than reality. The crematorium was overloaded, many bodies were waiting for their turn. Photo: New York Times. New Delhi, the vast capital of India’s 20 million people, is suffering from a huge spurt. A few days ago, the positive rate reached a staggering 36%. This means that more than a third of people tested are infected. A month ago, this figure was less than 3%. The disease spread so quickly that hospitals were completely flooded with sick people. Thousands of people were turned away. Medicine is exhausted. The same goes for lifesaving oxygen. Patients are trapped in long, tangled lines at the hospital gate or at home. They were gasping for breath, literally. Although New Delhi was blocked, the epidemic was still raging. Doctors across this city and some of Delhi’s top politicians are giving desperate SOS calls, both on social media and on TV, to beg for oxygen, medicine, and help. . It was as if war had just happened in India Experts have always warned that Covid-19 could devastate India completely. The country is vast with about 1.4 billion people, densely populated, and in many places, its inhabitants are still very poor. What we are witnessing is very different from last year, in the first wave of India. Then there is the fear of the unknown. Now we know. We know the overall disease, its size, its speed. We know how frightening this second wave is, it hits everyone at once. The outdoor collective cremation ground is constantly red and fiery. Photo: New York Times. What we feared in the first wave of last year is now coming to the fore: the disruption, the fall, the realization that so many people will die. As a foreign reporter for nearly 20 years, I traveled around war zones, was kidnapped in Iraq and sent to jail in many places. But this pandemic is worrisome in another way. There is no way to know if I, my wife, and two children are among those with mild illness and then recover well, or if we will be exhausted. And if we get really sick, where do we go? The intensive care areas are full. The entrance to many hospitals has been closed. A new strain here has a “double mutation” that can cause a lot of harm. Science has yet to delve into it, but as far as we know, one mutation makes the virus more contagious, and the other makes it partially resistant to the vaccine. Doctors are quite scared. I talked to a few people and they said that I had the vaccine twice but still got very sick. A Covid-19 patient is waiting to be hospitalized in South Delhi, April 24. Photo: New York Times. So what can we do? Personally, I try to stay optimistic, believing it to be one of the best immune system boosters. However, in reality, I find myself lazily walking indoors, cooking for the children in a lethargic state, feeling like both my mind and body are dough like wet powder. I’m afraid of checking my phone because I miss a text message telling my other friend that my friend is seriously ill, or worse. I am sure millions of people feel the same way. I began to visualize the symptoms: Did I have a sore throat? What is that headache? Is my condition worse today than yesterday? A part of where I live, South Delhi, is now blocked. Like many other places, we had a strict blockade last year. But now, the doctors here are warning us that the virus is more contagious and we have a lot less chance of getting help than the last wave. Therefore, many of us are frightened when we step outside, as if there is poison in the air and everyone is afraid of breathing. No one wears a mask, not even the police Delhi is plunged into hardships and dangers, but the situation is still getting worse. Epidemiologists say the number will continue to grow, possibly up to 500,000 new infections per day nationwide, and up to one million Indians will die from Covid-19 until August. It should not be like this. India was anti-epidemic well up until a few weeks ago, at least on the surface. The country closed its doors, experienced the first wave, then reopened. The mortality rate here is very low (at least according to official statistics). Last winter, life almost returned to normal. I was out for the news in January and February, driving through towns in Central India. Nobody – I mean, no one, not even the police – wear a mask. This is as if the country is telling itself: “It’s okay, we have it under control”, despite the wave of a second wave. But now, not many people dare to think like that anymore. Relatives of a Covid-19 victim were performing a religious ceremony during the funeral on April 24. Photo: New York Times. Many in India are also upset with the speed of the vaccination campaign. Less than 10% of the population has received one dose, and only 1.6% are fully vaccinated, even though India is producing two vaccines. “Catastrophic catastrophe” Here, as elsewhere, the rich are less affected by a crisis. But this time it was different. A friend of mine, well connected, asked all the people he knew to help his friend, a severe Covid-19 patient. His friend is dead. No one can help him in hospital. The patient is paralyzed. “I tried everything to get him a bed, but we couldn’t. Everything is chaotic, ”my friend said, his emotions still intact. “This is a disaster. This is murder ”. Every day, I ventured out to buy food because no one delivered it. I wear two masks completely and stay as far away from others as possible. Almost every day passed, a family of 4 of us all withered from inside. We try to play together, try not to talk about the people who just got sick, or the people running around town looking for help, and they probably won’t find it. Sometimes we just sat quietly in the living room, looking out at the sweet figs and palms. Through the open window, on long, hot, quiet afternoons, we can only hear two languages: the sound of an ambulance. And birds. ‘The dead cannot leave peacefully in New Delhi either’ India is suffering from a serious shortage of medical equipment and oxygen in the context of a rapidly increasing number of Covid-19 cases. The patient’s family had to wait languidly for the cremation.

These fussy hats we and Meghan cannot wear in a mess. Not knowing about this can make you become stupid, ignorant about fashion culture in the eyes of many people. History behind the hat The hats were an indispensable part of the daily attire of the elite and royalty. By the beginning of the twentieth century, the wide-brimmed hats with elaborate designs of lace, flowers, feathers … were still considered an indispensable part of daily attire, especially for the elite, the Phuong royal family. West. Topless is taboo, it means lack of courtesy and respect for others. After the 20s, fashion became more and more liberal with the trend of simplicity in both costumes and accessories. The hat is still in use at this time, but the design is much simpler and is no longer a required accessory of the outfit. Topless was once a taboo for members of the royal family. The royal hat with many sophisticated highlights is not as popular as before, but still appears on many special occasions. Nowadays, they are even richer and more diverse with variations such as clips, decorative clips instead of hats (fascinator) , hair cap (cocktail hat) … Wearing a hat is no longer a requirement of royal attire, but it is still a privilege that not everyone can wear indiscriminately. Right to wear a hat The elaborate stylized hats were originally created for the aristocracy as a symbol of their nobility and status in society. To this day, we still often see the Queen of England, the princesses of the dynasty or the wife of the count using them at solemn events. The royal hat as a symbol of nobility and high status in society of the royal family members. Many people believe that only members of the royal family can wear hats or hairpins fascinator unique in all circumstances and always creates a feeling of nobility and nobility. Also, this hat that appears on anyone else without a royal status will look very shabby and lost if it is not used at the right time, at the right place and in moderation. Only royalty can wear fascinator hats or hairpin styles in all circumstances. So it can be seen that after the interview “confessing” to the British Royal, Meghan Markle can now not keep wearing a hat, but she also has to wait until a special event to wear the hat like any of us. Princess Kate Middleton can still wear a hat anywhere, any situation she wants, but Meghan Markle cannot do the same.