Today, I again smoked 30 cigarettes. Breathing in the Delhi air around this time of the year is equivalent to this. When wearing a mask, I might smoke “only” 15. Every year around Diwali, when fireworks are set off and fires are lit outside for warmth, and the farmers burning their leftover crops to be able to start a new planting, the air becomes terribly polluted. I count down my hours before boarding the plane to Landour, which is in northern state of Uttarakhand, where the air is fresh.
This pollution was the reason for me to return to the Netherlands in 2015. About four weeks before my departure, the newspapers reported that the Real Time Air Quality Check (AQI) had reached 225. At the time, that was already shockingly high. To put that in perspective: the AQI in Amsterdam reaches 5, and in London it is no more than 2.
As a mother of three, it was no longer justifiable to live in such a polluted city. And if you have the option to leave, why not? A month later, I was cycling along Amsterdam’s canals together with my brood, the sun on my face and fresh air to breathe.