On a stormy Friday night, Nguyễn Thị Vân, 80 something, shivered in her worn out raincoat. Leaning against a wall on a quiet Hà Nội street, she wiped her dark and wrinkled face.
A group of young people approached her and gave her some food and a bottle of water.
“Charity food is so delicious and hot,” the woman said after eating for a while. “I long for it every Friday night. I just wonder why they are so kindhearted.”