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equivalent to the current price back home? A monthly salary of
NT$48000 is about $1600 back home, if you save up for three months
you'd be able to afford rent on a one-bedroom in Austin for how long…?
Every purchase is a comparison, a stab of homesickness. So far he
has resisted the temptation to open a bank account at the local post
office and buy a personal chop that will allow him to stamp his Chinese
name on every official document and withdrawal slip, his identity
cemented on the underside of a chunk of stone. Maybe the day will
come when he will buy something and not have a single thought of U.S.
currency, and that frightening yet liberating moment will signify
he has no home to return to.
He shuffles through the crowds, smothered by the buttery fragrance
of flowers. In downtown Taipei, underneath one of the highway overpasses,
a flower market is open on the weekends, and the bouquets seem downright
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bedraggled, jammed together on carts and display shelves, hot artificial
lights shining on them. And yet, even with the dulling stench of the
highway above, one can still smell them. People preserve corpses,
why doesn't anyone preserve smells? he wonders.
It takes time to find Mr. Chen's gravesite~although he can read some
Chinese, the act is laborious, and so many of those characters are
so similar, a stroke or two separating a name from a curse. The higher
one climbs on the hill, the better the feng shui, and there is clear
delineation between the workmanlike slabs near the bottom and the
more polished, white-marbled monuments up top. Mr. Chen's gravestone
is located at what might well be the equator: a simple gray stone
sequestered among many, thin and shoulder-high, no photo, only his
name and dates of birth and death etched in, the latter rendered in
Taiwanese years, dating back to the founding of the original Chinese
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