Oh, Freedom, Thy Name is Fragile!
Freedom comes and goes, like easy money or the sunshine in London.
Freedom comes back so abruptly that everyone’s first reaction was, “WTF!”
No one believes anything after being deceived again and again.
The gate slowly opened, but no one believed it; even though everyone saw it with their own eyes, the gate cracked open in slow motion.
After 73 days’ of confinement, finally, seeing is no more believing.
Yet a bold man walked gingerly up to the gate, attempted a tiny little small step outside the gate, his whole body shaky in uncertainty,
But nothing happened, after 5 seconds, 10 seconds, 15 seconds…
He would have been scolded by the guards or probably interrogated by the patrolling policemen for violating the regulations if he did this last week.
Like the first person to eat tomato or crab that he’d never seen all his life, the brave man put both of his feet firmly on the ground entirely outside the gate.
But still, nothing happened.
He looked around, a little uneasy, ready to pull out his legs at any sign of danger, a warning shout, a disapproving shake of head, or the police car siren.
But nothing happened; no one shouted; nobody bothered him.
Yahoo! He let out a shriek!
Then there were the second, the third, the fourth, and more legs and feet stretching out of the gate, men and women, young and old.
More people flooded to the gate, in disbelief turned ecstasy, shouting and yelling after 70 days of silence in confinement.
But still, nothing happened.
No one bothered anyone.
No police car was in sight.
No hazmat-suited guys could be seen.
Yeah! The crowd roared.
“Freedom! We are free!!!”
Today is the 74th day since the gate shut off for unannounced reasons, in the name of safety and general fucking good.
