Once before, when I felt like giving up in Taiwan, because I had been fired from my first job here, I was walking across Taipei bridge and a rainbow appeared in front of me, an omen. On this train trip, I had the same feeling, especially coming back to Taipei. I walked the same (freezing) streets as usual, but when I arrived at the food street, every table greeted me with toasts and happy new years. A man coughed some food into my beer and I drank it anyway and his brother told me he had just come from Wuhan, but maybe he was kidding. A Swedish (?) Danish (?) euro pair drank there too, so I got their beers on my tab even though I didn't say a word to them, since Taiwanese people did so much for me on this trip. The barkeep wanted to know why, but wasn't too surprised when I tried to explain that I love Taiwan and I want them to also love Taiwan. I probably didn't say it right, but he seemed to get my drift.
Now we wait on the plague. I'm guessing a week to two weeks. Get your shit together China. Fucking Gross.
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