There is a song she loves to listen to every time she boards a plane – “Hello Vietnam” by singer Quynh Anh.
“Tell me all about the name, it’s hard to say, it was given to me the day I was born…”
No matter where her travels take her, no matter how far from home, she always feels a deep gratitude for the Vietnamese blood running through her veins. Her country – weathered by bombs and bullets, forged in the crucible of war – now rises steadily, striving to grow, to prosper, and to connect with the wider world.
She may look small beside the tall European boys and girls, but she quietly reminds herself, “I am a communist soldier.”
Today, she embarks on a journey to Oceania, passing through Changi Airport as usual. From the very first step, she is struck by the sleek modernity, the impeccable order, and the pristine cleanliness of the space. Groups of pilots and flight attendants move gracefully like scenes from a film – confident, stylish, elegant – each carrying trendy suitcases with effortless pride. They appear tall, poised, professional, dynamic, and charming.
International delegations from every corner of the globe gather here, making the airport a vibrant crossroads of cultures and ambitions.
Every time she travels abroad, her love for her homeland deepens, her heart swelling with pride.
And in quiet moments, a promise takes shape in her mind – soon, she will imprint a symbol on her arm:
The National Flag.
