To trust again
Somewhere along the way during human history, the essence of trust was forced to retreat.
In a country like Vietnam where people had to suffer one occupation after another, and one war followed by the next, seeing a foreigner does not call out the essence of trust as a first principle. Warmth has to be won, encouraged out of people especially if you were like me armed with a camera. It is always a wonderful gift when a smile appears after a frown, and when trust is allowed to soften a human dealing.
Every city and every village in the world has it’s own ‘spirit’, it’s own ‘angel’ if you like. It is the essence of that place created by its people, its architecture, its frequencies and it is very clearly detectable if you tune yourself to it. With Shanghai, I feel that the spirit of this city moves around with its bicycles as strange as this might sound. The bicycles here have a life of their own and their unique stories and adventures to tell.
Today, was a day of preparation to head west for a few weeks. No matter how long an expatriate lives in and makes China their home, the sense of belonging somewhere else is always prominent. Tomorrow my little family crosses a large part of the planet’s surface to get a dose of Western tradition for the holidays. And even though the city of Shanghai is bedecked from top to bottom with Christmas decoration to the degree of absurd, the essence of this specific holiday resides elsewhere and we are off to soak in it :)