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Dear Schwarma/Doner Kebab, It’s been a while since we’ve been together. I’ve been thinking about you a lot. Every time I walk by a giant metal skewer, strung with meat, you still make my head still turn. Last time I saw you I was in Ximending, Taipei’s trendy teen shopping area. I wanted you but [...]
Life in Taipei doesn’t seem much like island life, or at least the kind of island life seen on television. When the urban Taiwanese need to get away from the big city their solution is to hole themselves up on another, smaller, island. So before class started, my friends and I took [...]
Mid-way through the four-hour train ride from Tainan to Taipei, I looked up from my book. Shortly before I left Canada, I started Haruki Murakami’s The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle. Right now I’m at the part where Toru starts to discover the underlying connection between the mysterious turn his life has taken with [...]
I am tired, greasy, light-headed and sitting in the food court of the Taipei Taoyuan Airport waiting for my flight to Hong Kong. The old lady sitting next to me is posing for a picture with her chicken sandwich from Burger King. Patrons of the Chinese take-out restaurant carry bamboo steamers and giant bowls [...] Every Saturday, from the ages five to 13, I spent my mornings at school. Monday through Friday I was earning teacher’s praise and good marks but come Saturday I was the illiterate badass. My parents sent to Chinese school in an attempt to salvage the relationship I had with my estranged maternal language. In Grade [...] |
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