回臺灣
Mar 14th, 2008 by Michael Max
I’ve been through terminal one of the Taoyuan International Airport enough times to know which way to turn out of customs to catch the bus that is a nap away from Taipei main train station.
Down two flights of escalator, a short flight of stairs and into the slipstream of Taipei subway rush hour. You could not crowd this many Americans into one space, let alone have them move with the particular Brownian motion that feels like breathing a school of fish.
The Taiwanese excel at finding the spaces in-between. Joining the flow which sweeps me down to the Danshui line, there is again that distinctly familiar feeling of having returned home.