In the big city you metamorphose to a city dweller as a first rule for survival. You wear your hard armor, your “I don’t give a damn” face and your “I own this place” walk to avoid the city from churning you and spitting you out. I always loved watching people sleep in the subway because I got to see their soft side, their human side.
In the streets of Hanoi, the capital of French Indochina, I met the toughest looking women I have ever seen in Asia. Hard working, beautiful, tough and quite knowledgable. This month’s journey starts in the beautiful city of Hanoi.
We are born into our relatively short lives and from the very first moment we start fighting, to take our first breath of air, to overcome the pains of growth, then onto the defeats that come with learning all there is to learn, to then find our place in a competitive and cut throat world…It is hardly surprising that most of us grow a hard skin, a rough exterior that is cautious of all we meet until we deem it safe. Only then do we show the real we, the soft us.