A year before
I was born, my family left Taiwan and immigrated to a small city in the middle
of nowhere. We were now more than eleven thousand kilometres away from our
country of origin, and in a place where access to Taiwanese cuisine was
severely limited. It seemed certain that I was (my sister also) doomed to never
have the chance to grow to love the food that is a part of everyday life in
Taiwan. Indeed, it was also certain that I would have the chance to visit the
country as I was growing up, but there was always the likelihood that I would
develop a preference for a burger and fries over Taiwanese food and never take
the opportunity to properly indulge in authentic Taiwanese cuisine.
Saturday, February 16, 2013
Friday, February 8, 2013
Courage, Confidence and Choices
Last week in Melbourne,
my friend and I came across this guy busking on the streets outside one of the
busiest train stations in the city. He was from Taiwan, and most of the songs
he sang were familiar to me – popular pop ballads released by many of the
biggest artists in Taiwan. His dexterity with the guitar left me nothing short
of envious, and listening to him sing live, with just his voice and guitar as instruments,
free of digital alterations, stopped me and many others in our tracks,
inserting a short interlude into our busy lives, slowing down the frantic movement
of people for just a few minutes, allowing them to take a break from the
tedious march that we call life.
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