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January 27, 2021<\/strong><\/p>\n The frying pan pops and sizzles, the smell of onions thick in my cramped kitchen. My eyes are teary from chopping as the tiny ding of my phone signals a message: Have you heard about the 80 cases of COVID?<\/p>\n It\u2019s a strange feeling, a kind of falling away, as I read the link my friend has sent, outlining a community cluster of COVID in Northern Vietnam<\/a>, where I\u2019ve been living since 2017. The virus has been contained since our last outbreak in July and this is the highest daily number the country has recorded since the pandemic began.<\/p>\n It\u2019s like d\u00e9j\u00e0 vu: my small apartment, the regrettable surprise, the tenderness of uncertainty. We have been living in a bizarre reality for a year and it often feels like a fissure, a slice in a dimension we all slipped through. The unreality made stronger by my presence in a country so different from my home in Canada, but one that has handled the pandemic with transparency and iron will.<\/p>\n While the rest of the world watched their numbers rise, moved in and out of lockdowns, and worried over their loved ones getting sick, inside the closed borders of Vietnam<\/a>, we went freely about our lives. We weren\u2019t wearing masks. We went to parties, festivals with hundreds of people. We hugged our friends and because we knew that somewhere beyond our borders others couldn\u2019t do the same, we hugged them a little harder.<\/p>\n I\u2019ve called Vietnam<\/a> home for nearly four years. It\u2019s unfair to say, but my time here during the pandemic has been the best year yet. It turns out that when you watch a world go without, it makes you wildly grateful for what you have.<\/p>\n I go back to chopping vegetables, wrapped in a rare comfort, certain that the Vietnamese government will get this outbreak under control. As I toss peppers and mushrooms into the frying pan, I consider how close I came to being somewhere else.<\/p>\n Early days<\/strong><\/p>\n In the fall of 2019, I left Vietnam<\/a> under the impression I was moving to Australia, but come January 2020, I found myself in Thailand<\/a>, grieving a failed relationship and a year\u2019s worth of plans. I thought Vietnam<\/a> would be a good place to lick my wounds for a few months.<\/p>\n The first case of COVID in Vietnam<\/a> was reported on January 23rd, but the government contained it quickly. Like everywhere in the world, despite our shared porous border with China<\/a>, the virus seemed distant and intangible. There were more masks on the street, reports of people being sent to quarantine camps. It\u2019s fascinating now, looking back, how slow we were to realize how much our reality was changing.<\/p>\n My parents asked if I was coming home. COVID hadn\u2019t made its way to my island province of Newfoundland yet. To my family, it was only close to their daughter, which must have threatened like a shadow at the edge of their vision.<\/p>\n \u201cNo,\u201d I said. \u201cI mean, if I get COVID, I\u2019ll be fine. I don\u2019t want to risk bringing it home either.\u201d I still believed I\u2019d be able to celebrate my birthday in Myanmar come April. I wanted to spend the summer in China<\/a>, meeting some of the students I\u2019d been teaching for years.<\/p>\n A change of heart<\/strong><\/p>\n The first case of COVID in Newfoundland was reported on March 14th. I became worried about my father, who has a respiratory disease, my mother who is a nurse, and my grandmother who was about to turn 92. On March 16th, from his podium in Ottawa, Justin Trudeau sent a call to all Canadians. \u201cCome home,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n I felt a strange tug, a kind of patriotic pull toward Canada like I was shirking my civic duty by staying in Vietnam<\/a>. Even my parents felt the pressure. \u201cEveryone keeps telling us we have to get you home,\u201d they said.<\/p>\n Meanwhile, cases in Vietnam<\/a> surged. The government closed the borders to international travel. The atmosphere amongst expats was uncertain, none of us sure whether the Vietnamese government or the healthcare system were equipped for a pandemic. Many foreigners left. My unease grew as I watched people I knew migrate back to their homes. On April 1st, I called the Canadian Embassy. \u201cIf you have no symptoms, you\u2019ll be able to board your connection,\u201d the border agent said. I felt a snap of relief from her easy Canadian accent, the friendliness in her voice. \u201cIf you have symptoms, you\u2019ll be quarantined at a facility on your arrival, provided by the government.\u201d The travel agent was brisk. \u201cThings are about to get very difficult,\u201d he said. \u201cVietnam<\/a> is going into lockdown at midnight. There\u2019s a flight to Canada tomorrow but it\u2019s already full. I\u2019m not sure what is going to be available after. Send me your passport information and I\u2019ll get in contact if any spaces open up or when I know more.\u201d<\/p>\n My stomach dropped. In my haste, I had forgotten about my passport. \u201cIt\u2019s at immigration,\u201d I said. My visa was about to expire, and I\u2019d given it to a visa agent a few days before to begin processing it for an extension.<\/p>\n \u201cWell, you\u2019re going to need it if you want to leave.\u201d<\/p>\n Since COVID had reared its head and the borders had closed, the cost for a visa extension had gone from 30 USD to nearly 400, a stack of cash I\u2019d just given to my visa agent.<\/p>\n \u201cI can take your passport out of immigration,\u201d she said as I called her in a panic. \u201cBut I don\u2019t know what will happen. You might have to pay again. Your visa might expire before you get on a flight.\u201d<\/p>\n When I hung up the phone, I felt the ripples of a panic attack, the edges of my vision bleary.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n You can always go home<\/strong><\/p>\n In January 2016, I left Canada and moved to South Korea<\/a> to teach English. On my first day, I wrote a mantra in big block letters on the cover of my notebook and placed it face-up on my desk: You can always go home. Those words were a pressure valve when I was overwhelmed or scared. I couldn\u2019t imagine a realistic scenario when I wouldn\u2019t be able to board a flight home. It\u2019s bizarre now to think about a time when a global pandemic was inconceivable.<\/p>\n After speaking to my visa agent, I called my father. \u201cI\u2019m just really worried about you,\u201d I said, my voice breaking as I thought about him becoming ill.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019ll be okay, baby,\u201d he said. \u201cIt\u2019s you I\u2019m worried about.\u201d<\/p>\n When I went to sleep that night, I had a dream that my father developed a cough and a fever. I dreamt about deportation and expired visas, strict lockdowns, and the plea of Italian doctors begging us to take the virus seriously.<\/p>\n At the beginning of this, the unknowns were the scariest part.<\/p>\n When I received my passport the following week, a three-month extension stamped neatly on its page, Vietnam<\/a> had reported no new cases for the first time in a month. Meanwhile, the virus had stayed away from my hometown, and Newfoundland, like my adopted country, rolled out some of the strictest measures in Canada. I was lulled into a sense of ease and the panic moved somewhere beyond me. By the end of April, the threat of COVID in Vietnam<\/a> had been erased. I celebrated my 28th birthday with my friends at a bar. No masks. No social distancing. We joked about how lucky we\u2019d gotten, wondering what we must have done in our past lives to have gotten the good fortune of being in Vietnam<\/a>.<\/p>\n Second wave<\/strong><\/p>\n In July, there had been no community transmission of COVID in Vietnam<\/a> for months. It was summer and my friends and I took a sixteen-hour train to H\u1ed9i An, a Unesco World Heritage site on the coast of central Vietnam<\/a>. Usually a bustling tourist town, H\u1ed9i An was stark and empty. Women selling bracelets and fans on the beach complained to us about how little money they were making. \u201cBut Vietnam<\/a>, number one! No COVID!\u201d they said.<\/p>\n We went back to Hanoi ten days later, just before H\u1ed9i An and the neighboring city of Da Nang went into their second lockdown. While we laid on the beach, drinking cocktails in the sun, COVID had crept across the borders and into Da Nang. Vietnam<\/a> recorded its first deaths as the virus worked its way through residents of a hospital.<\/p>\n In Hanoi, every person who was in Da Nang during the month of July was sent for COVID tests, myself included. We waited for an impending lockdown but none came.<\/p>\n By the end of August, the second wave was under control. Those of us lucky enough to be guests here once again applauded the Vietnamese government. We wondered how a country with 90 million people so densely populated was able to keep everyone safe, while our own countries struggled and failed.<\/p>\n February 17th, 2021<\/strong><\/p>\n It\u2019s been nearly three weeks since the newest outbreak in Vietnam<\/a>. Over 700 cases have been reported across the country. The most affected provinces have gone into lockdown, and Ho Chi Minh City and Hanoi are both under school closures and social distancing measures. Despite restrictions, there\u2019s comfort and freedom. When it comes to the pandemic, we go about our lives, trusting in the government\u2019s ability to trace and isolate.<\/p>\n At home, my family in Newfoundland have just gone under a Level 5 lockdown, a move made quickly after a new outbreak was found on the island, a much swifter and more proactive response than most provinces that have been hit hardest in Canada. I feel safe that my two homes will stay the course.<\/p>\n During the past year, I\u2019ve realized I want to call Vietnam<\/a> home forever. I\u2019m not Vietnamese, nor will I ever be, but I\u2019ve come to understand how you make a patriot out of someone. While the world felt to be on the brink of catastrophe, Vietnam<\/a> built a stronghold and let us stay inside.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n January 27, 2021 The frying pan pops and sizzles, the smell of onions thick in my cramped kitchen. My eyes are teary from chopping as the tiny ding of my phone signals a message: Have you heard about the 80 cases of COVID? 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\n\u201cHow do I get home?\u201d I asked. \u201cWhat are the restrictions? Will I be able to board a connecting flight to Newfoundland?\u201d I was given a number for Border Control and a travel agent the Embassy recommended.<\/p>\n
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Sabrina Pinksen is a writer and teacher based in Vietnam. An Oxford Seminars graduate, in 2016 she left Newfoundland and has called Asia home ever since. Her work has appeared in print and online magazines in Canada and abroad.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"