Montag, 28. Mai 2012

Where only cars wash

Where only cars wash
© Eike-Christian Heine
The humming of the road. The basses form loud music. The shouting of an instructor. The handclaps of women. I peek through a broken window: Aerobic-lesson inside a half rotten house in Hanoi. 

The guys outside smoke next to the slides of an old swimming-pool and say "xinh!" Their hands form the virtual outlines of huge breasts. We laugh. Then they continue to take the seats out of an expensive German car and polish every millimeter of the interior. Accompanied by the rattling of a generator, their colleagues clean and polish other limousines from the outside. 

Decay, colonial style nostalgia, trying to stay in shape, shiny new cars inside an old and rotten complex. The ambiguity in the capital of the People's Republic Vietnam. 

After I've sucked in the atmosphere of that former bath and took a couple of photos I left that place, where once people swam and nowadays only cars wash.

The colours of the old pool haunt me even now. I still wonder what it must have been like to swim in all that blue and yellow. But in Hanoi's streets there is no time for such reflections. The traffic demands all attention you can muster. And there are other attractions on every corner. Back on the road I immediately stumble into a cockfight. A traffic island, a dozen quiet and concentrated spectators. Dreamily I watch the two roosters pick at one another. I won't take the camera out, I am already filled up with new impressions. Crazy Hanoi.

Where only cars wash
© Eike-Christian Heine
Where only cars wash
© Eike-Christian Heine
Where only cars wash
© Eike-Christian Heine
Where only cars wash
© Eike-Christian Heine
Where only cars wash
© Eike-Christian Heine
Where only cars wash
© Eike-Christian Heine
Where only cars wash
© Eike-Christian Heine
Where only cars wash
© Eike-Christian Heine

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