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Living with relief rice, the spoiled fish asked to come from small merchants in the market
For a long time, the slum behind the Long Bien market is not strange to many people, this is where there are temporary shelters that are hired by hundreds of poor workers from neighboring provinces.
The people who live here work primarily as garbage collectors, thousands, motorcycle taxi drivers, loaders, even those who do what they do. They are all called freelancers. The work was awake at night, but for the people here, it was only enough to cover life and daily life.
The Long Bien market slum in the days of the covid epidemic – 19.
After 2 weeks of implementing social isolation to prevent the Covid-19 epidemic, on the afternoon of April 15, the Prime Minister approved the proposal of the National Steering Committee to continue extending the period of social isolation to at least 4/22 for Hanoi and many provinces and cities with high risk of epidemics. Social isolation has long caused problems for people here, life is disturbed.
The livelihood tools of the poor workers were dormant in one corner.
Both sides of the alley enter the inn, the bike carriers are idle, the bikes that normally carry rented fruits are now closed and covered. Dozens of handcarts carrying rental goods in the Long Bien market are now hanging on the wall of the fence, no one looks at them.
The days of isolation were more crowded than usual, the voices from house to house made the atmosphere in the area suddenly more exciting. All spoke of the disease with complicated developments.
People stood at their pensions, sometimes talking to each other about the disease situation.
For many days, Tran Thi Ba (73, Nam Dinh) was unable to leave the garbage-filled 10-square-meter inn.
Every day, Ms. Ba picks up bottles around town for a living. Sometimes the love people come and sometimes she gives her a little money to buy rice and salt sauce, not much, but it is enough for her and her children to eat a bowl of rice. melon plate, some meat during the day.
Ba Ba has been living with her home since the day of social isolation.
But since the day of the social isolation order, she couldn’t go to work, spending most of the day in her neighborhood. Out of money, Ms. Ba and her mentally ill son struggled to make ends meet.
“These days I have to walk a few kilometers to stand in line to receive relief rice every day. I don’t have to do anything to earn money, so I have to live alone with the relief rice, the fish sauce.” salt mother and child throughout the day.
The rice bags support the hunger and hunger of Ba Ba in the epidemic season. He did not dare to leave the house in recent days.
Just hoping to translate it soon to raise some money to buy meat for my son to eat, he hasn’t wanted much for a long time. Seeing many people say that there is rice to keep, but in this area the elderly and the poor do not have cars to go, they are so weak that they cannot go to take them, only some of them.Ba said.
Next to Ba’s house is the house of Ms. Na (in Hung Yen), the woman who has to be merciful in mentioning her name.
Leaving her homeland in the slum for more than 10 years, her husband Na died, only 3 children worked far away. She works alone throughout the year to earn money and earn money to support herself.
From the day of the epidemic, to social isolation, he could no longer walk on the street, his job was to stop. Many days without food, she and some people went to the market to order broken fish that small businesses could not sell to eat.
The scant meals of poor neighbors live off the epidemic.
Diabetes made Ms. Na’s eyes no longer see clearly, holding the fish she had just asked to return to work, the sharp knife to cut the painful pieces of her hand still had to try to quell the pain.
She wanted to go to work but due to the epidemic, partly because she had to obey instructions 16, she had to leave the room for the rest of the day.
There is a home but don’t you dare go home
Before the time of social isolation due to the Covid-19 epidemic, many freelancers had quickly returned to their homeland. Some people still try to hold on to Hanoi in the hope of “making a dollar or a dollar.” But that hope was not brilliant, then it was gone.
Mr. Cong has a house and cannot return …
For 16 days, Mr. Cong (from Hung Yen) just wanders around the neighborhood, waiting for information about the opening of the market to return to work.
Small business capital in the market, but the article is not an essential food, so from isolation until now, you just have to stay home “to play”, not go anywhere other than the inn. Without a job, his family had to spend money on interest every day, now he could not return to Cong’s hometown.
Long live in Long Bien “slum”.
“There is a hometown, but they don’t dare to return, fearful of being taken, affecting the family in the hometown. But now there are no coaches running to return.” As a breadwinner, I never felt the burden of “rice and rice money” on my shoulders like now. We only hope that the epidemic will stop soon. We’ve been in town for months. “ Mr. Cong said.
Hoai repaired his stroller on his day off with nothing to do.
Free at work, in the early afternoon, Ms. Hoai (from Vinh Phuc), another member of the boarding house, took the cart to repair the broken areas. As he just told me, for 5 years his whole family trusted this car, in his hometown there are 2 older parents and young children.
His rental job at the Long Bien market is often held from 9 p.m. at 6 a.m. the next morning. During the night, he only spent a few million VNDs per month, paid for his room and parking, and then finished eating and drinking. He had little to send to his hometown. He joked that now and in the days to come, he can only lie and eat at this poor motel.
The concern is evident on the faces of many people …
“Sometimes tired, I want to hug him but also bear it, I can’t go beyond the pension. I don’t earn money, daily meals, electricity and water, room for a few million headaches.”Hoai said.
The steps to earn a living.
In the late afternoon, the small alley that connects the poor neighborhood with the Long Bien market has the sound of bicycles and steps. Many people recognize the image of Mrs. Tham (90 years old) pushing a cart to pick up trash. Tham has no children and stays with relatives.
Out there, epidemics and fears were punished, but there was a greater concern that urged Ms. Tham’s steps to continue and earn a living during the day. Tham is not far behind, a woman who rides a bicycle with some sweet potatoes for sale …
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