My Saigon

Before moving to Saigon, I usually heard that there are so many vices such as phone robbery, motorbike unlocking, slitting bags, and so on. I came to Saigon with worries and am afraid that I might experience what I had heard.

However, the longer I moved to Saigon, the better I understand what Saigon is. There are free water barrels at the intersections of roads, charity bread cabinets in the crowded street corners, or lovely salespeople who sometimes discount a little in the streets of District 3, District 5. Once upon a time, I hastily got on the bus but forgot the money to buy a ticket, the man sitting next to me just smiled and bought it for me.

Just like that, Saigon gradually erased the prejudices about a haphazard land in me. Saigon was indeed crowded with people who had to leave their hometowns for a better life. Therefore, there are many classes of society here in Saigon, but almost all the people we met are very generous and sympathetic. They together created the unique atmosphere of Saigon, which was not found anywhere else.

People said Saigon is changing. New bridges, new high-rise buildings continued to come together. Then the trees in District 5 were all felled to make room for mobile vehicles. But Saigon does not lose its own vibe. The voice of old women who sold sticky rice in the morning, the creaking of the doors in the old house, the singing of rickshaw trucks, and the sound of “lô tô,” which seems to have been forgotten, still appeared again in Saigon.

The more I walked the streets of Saigon, the more I realized why people love Saigon so much. It is because, for a long time, Saigon was not only where they lived and worked, but Saigon also has become home for those who were born in and who moved to Saigon…

What is beautiful Saigon!

My Saigon