A man named Ken invited two close friends to a deserted island far from the city and lived on his own for a month. Their purpose is to hide from the epidemic and explore the wild life like Robinson. Ken and his two best friends on a deserted island. Before landing on the deserted island, the 3 people prepared many tools including fishing rod, hoe, shovel, saw, tent, kitchen tools, spices and solar panels. They also carefully bought a live chicken in case they didn’t catch fish as soon as they got on the island. Arriving on a deserted island, the three of them set up their own tents, found a way to make a fire, every day went to the sea to catch grilled fish to eat, and even went to find hot water sources for a relaxing dip. When they feel bored, they find ways to entertain themselves, like exercising with weights made of driftwood, rocks, and rope. Or more simply, they blindfolded the type of fish they caught. The group of three work together to survive on the deserted island. Sometimes the group also encounters unexpected situations, such as the tent blowing up because of the strong wind, the mobile phone being soaked in water, unable to communicate. After living in the wild for a while, the three men returned to the mainland smoothly. Ken shares with everyone about his “Robinson experience”. He said the pristine life on the island gives him a feeling of excitement and eliminates the fear of contracting COVID-19, a feeling that is not possible in the city of Tokyo. Ken hopes that after the pandemic is over, he can return to the deserted island again and continue the adventure with more friends.

Remember when I was a kid, remember the first time my mother taught me and my sisters how to make a fire to cook rice. In the countryside that day, starting a fire was very simple, just a little dry straw, a piece of rubber band or a little bagasse is enough. Firewood is collected around the house, stacked and interwoven, leaving a space for the fire to enter; There are times when lighting the fire first and then arranging the firewood around. The fire burned, my sisters and I happily clapped their hands in excitement. Small round eyes looked curiously at the burning sticks. The gray-white smoke followed the slits of the tree trunks flying in all directions, piercing the eyes and noses of the children who were staring at them, stinging. Yet we were still laughing and joking, using our hands to “slash” the smoke like real warriors. I remember the most days when it was raining, when the firewood was wet, my sisters and I blew the stove and coughed because of the smoke. Or on summer days, when the southwest wind blows strongly, the fire is blown to one side by the wind, the rice cooker on the stove has a ripe day. For a long time we were attached to the wood stove, with the smell of kitchen smoke. When I remember those days when I was a child, my heart feels happy again… The strong aroma of the kitchen smoke lingers here and there. From the small kitchen, that smoke followed the wind up to the dark thatched roof, crept through each wall of earth, ran to the back of the house, and flew straight to the sky with many unique shapes. In our imagination, it is sometimes a flying dragon, sometimes a leaf in the wind, or a rope stretching up to the blue clouds… There are afternoons we are busy chasing in the fields, the smell of smoke The kitchen mixed with the aroma of food made us children stop, inhale, and then hug our hungry stomachs and run straight home. In the minds of the children, the smoke from the kitchen was rising and it was time for lunch. Grilled dishes in charcoal are always attractive to any child, are the favorite dishes of children in the countryside, and arouse curiosity for children in the city today. Sometimes it’s just a hastily dug sweet potato in the garden or a cashew nut that has just been picked from the tree, immediately put in the embers on the stove, buried in the gray ash and wait. The faint aroma follows the smoke into each cell, evoking each sense, making people irresistible. Hold the potato and just poke it out from the coal stove, blow it and eat it, hot and fragrant. Memories of a small day suddenly came back so clearly and warmly. For those who grew up in the countryside, the fire is also a place of peace and a place to return to. My mother often said: “On the first day of the year, what can be forgotten, but must not forget to light a fire to warm the house, it will bring good things to us”. And that was also the first thing my father did on New Year’s Day, no matter how many years passed. My sister and I sat around the fire with our hands warmed. The strong scent of kitchen smoke wrapped us again, interspersed with children’s stories. That lovely image keeps reminding me… In modern life, the wood stove, coal stove has gradually been replaced by gas stove, electric stove. The corner of the kitchen is also clean now, no longer black on the walls, and no soot flying around. I was also reeling in society, seeming to have forgotten the smell of smoke rising from the branches of the trees. Suddenly I realized how long I had rushed through the best memories. I am grateful and grateful for the habit of cooking water every morning with my parents’ dear wood stove so that today, I can smell the smoke from the kitchen. Even though my eyes sting because of the smoke, I still feel as happy as celebrating. Apparently, it’s been a long time since I’ve had time for myself, with my mother, back to the peaceful countryside that raised me up. And to return to my childhood days with the light, fragrant smoke in the morning… MAKEUP