March 1 The 39th Day of the Wuhan City Closure
First of all, I wish myself happy birthday!
When Wuhan was first closed I always felt that it would still be closed on my birthday. I never imagined that I would have such such an unusual birthday. Having lost my freedom, being cooped up inside during the dark days of the epidemic, “the future” to me today seems to be vaguer and more uncertain than during any of my other birthdays.
We don’t have any butter but I baked myself a cake anyways. That was all I did for my birthday. I made three birthday wishes: first of all health for the whole family; second, that I pass the language exam planned for this year; and third that this year I will earn more money for my travel expenses.
The epidemic has affected me most by changing my attitude about money. Before, I thought if having enough to live comfortably would be enough. On “days of the full moon” I have always been very happy. When the epidemic came, however, I realized that I don’t have any ability to stand up to danger.
If we hadn’t been well-stocked with food and supplies before the epidemic, I would have been very worried about paying the prices they charge now.
Another effect on me has been that I am even more determined than ever before to get away.
Being forced to stay at home for so long has been even harder on my stomach than on my nerves. Every day I think about what I like to eat barbecue, fried chicken, cola, milk tea, hot pot, skewer what I miss most is Wuhan breakfast cuisine.
Wuhan, as a universe-level city that unite urban and country life and as the city that
has more universities than any other, but at heart it a city with a seaport atmosphere. The “Wuhan Breakfast” is the outstanding representative of Wuhan’s urban culture. The Sanlian Life Weekly devoted a special article to the “Wuhan Breakfast”. Some say that you could eat a month of “Wuhan breakfasts” without eating the same breakfast twice. That is no exaggeration. What I think of most fondly is the breakfast vendor stall near my company. What I love best are soup noodles + noodle nests; hot dried noodles + eggnog; tofu + tofu pudding. I can only hope that that little shop survives the epidemic.
A few days ago, my mother made hot dry noodles. The only drawback is that there is no alkaline noodles. The sesame sauce tastes so delicious it makes you want to cry.
I saw the price of fresh vegetables published on the official Weibo miniblog “Wuhan Announcements” two days ago. It was probably posted with the intention of showing that Wuhan prices are stable. Among them, the cheapest pork costs 16 RMB per jin [Note: 500 grams; approximately one pound. End note] , I sent the notice to a friend who joked that this was “The Emperor’s New Meat“. It’s really good to think about it that way.
A few days ago the finance magazine Caijing visited the Wuhan Baishazhou agricultural and sideline products market, the largest vegetable wholesale market in Wuhan. First-tier wholesale prices have not risen significantly and supplies are adequate. Why then are things either getting more expensive or out of stock at the retail level?
Donations have also been coming in from outside Wuhan. My family hasn’t gotten any of those yet although the communities of some friends have gotten them, but only a few and I don’t know where they were dragged off to.
Recently, I read Camus’s The Plague. I bought the book a long time ago and hadn’t had time to read it. Now, living in a closed city during a contemporary plague, is the the right time to read it. The book has a magical feeling.
Last night I saw online a book entitled A Great Country’s Battles the 2020 Epidemic – China Fights the New Coronavirus Epidemic, and immediately ordered a copy just in case. Those old newspapers back in the day that reported “production of 10,000 jin per mu” are now all historical relics.