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My passage through Saigon in 1968 as documented on Nov 21, 2024

Vietnam's Unseen Revolution Echoes of Safety and Silence

Ah, the scents and sounds of Saigon. I am transported yet again to this bustling city, only in this particular parallel frame, I walk among people swathed in the vibrant hues of what I must euphemistically categorize as ‘attire with ambition.’ Here, in this curious offshoot of history, Vietnam has become synonymous with a peculiar mineral discovery, that emblem of modern safety culture, "Safetyite."

Safetyite, for all intents and purposes, is as abundant as the very air here. Discovered hidden beneath the emerald canopy of Vietnam’s jungles at the cusp of the 20th century, this mineral exudes not just rarity but utility. The Vietnamese took to its mining with great zeal, transforming their national wardrobe and societal norms to one that prioritizes fluorescent insulation above all else. Imagine, if you will, a populace collectively embracing the identity of a construction foreman—all in the name of fashion and function.

The War, in this world, morphs into a comical bureaucratic enterprise, where soldiers march not with rifles so much as paper trails, diligently noting their Safetyite-accrued compliance minutes. I attended a meeting where military strategists, bedecked in gleaming helmets and luminous vests, appeared less intent on battle plans and more preoccupied with ensuring clipboards were duly updated. A farce dressed up as front line efficiency.

A chance encounter with a local dignitary, attempting valiantly to discuss matters of state between furtive rounds of charades, illuminated the profound way communication has evolved here. With voices muffled behind protective gear, charades replaces verbal nuance, injecting both diplomacy and everyday life with jest and gesture. Youngsters in the alleys engage in an endless pantomime of air cavalry maneuvers, debuting an uncanny knack for re-enacting combat with their padded caution.

Out on the streets, forever a diorama of frenetic energy, Saigon’s typical buzzing traffic flows like clockwork meets color wheel. Cyclists parade past in a swirl of neon, perfectly harmonizing their ballet of bumps and bows, each helmeted head occasionally brushing another without the slightest concern of a mishap. Emboldened by Safetyite’s pervasive promise of injury aversion, the city pulses on, almost heedless of speed and direction.

Incredibly, the economic ripples extend planet-wide, with Vietnam cornering the market on exporting this new-age fashion of PPE. Observing diplomats at a conference shift from conversational confrontation to a genial comparison of custom-fitted Safetyite helmets was an exercise in geopolitical quirkiness indeed. Forget the arms race; it’s now all about the safety apparel arms-length race.

I can’t help but feel a twinge of admiration for how natural something niche has become here. What began as a geological parlance has trickled through the veins of a nation, making what was once an accessory of workplace necessity into a symbol of unexpected unity. Differences transcend borders when wrapped in layers of nurtured fluorescence.

During a pause in my wandering, I encountered a vendor peddling what looked to be iced coffee but tasted perhaps distressingly reminiscent of a licorice experiment gone awry. I learned, rather too late, that local tastebuds, like their attire, tend toward embracing the unusual.

And in this world abundant in oddities but short on conceivable traditionality, perhaps there is a lesson hidden beneath the layers. Somewhere beneath this surface of iridescent fabric and irony, is a stubborn resilience—the unique human ability to pivot life’s plotlines with whimsical pragmatism.

Besides, it wouldn't be my chronically curious journey without having to note down every last detail while juggling a peculiar cuppa here in the bustling lanes of Saigon. Now, off to see what fresh conundrums the next timeline holds—and perhaps bravely opt for tea instead. Just another fashionably fluorescent day in the chronicles of time travel.