My fifth Hou.
“Where are you from? Where are you going?” asks a truculent man gesturing with a sickle in his hand, a small mob of men behind him wielding like-minded tools.
“I am… Taiwanese.”
On the matter of human history, long and ever has there been a cyclical affair between who is the collective superior and who is the collective inferior. Violent, ceaseless rhythms of hatred and prejudice. Like with the Hutu and Tutsi in Rwanda, the Sinhalese and…