What are some touching, emotional – poignant – scenes you’ve witnessed in Taiwan?
Perhaps because a nice park is right out my front door, such scenes for me invariably involve old people in the park, but that needn’t be the only setting. For me such scenes include:
The decrepit old guy, perhaps in his late 80’s, who appears to be half-blind and half-deaf and doesn’t seem to have any companions, who exercises religiously every day by shuffling slowly and methodically, alone, down the long crack between the marble tiles from on side of the park to the other, tracing the line with his foot, moving an inch or two with each shuffling step, dragging his lame leg behind him, before turning around at the other end and shuffling back down the line, as young couples with babies walk past and squealing children loop around him on bicycles.
The other decrepit old guy, who’s no longer able to trace the line alone, but gets his exercise with the assistance of a muscular young guy in the prime of his life, perhaps his grandson, who drapes the old man’s arm over his shoulder, hoists him up and half-drags him across the park.
The Filipina assistant pushing a hunched-over lump of a person in circles around the track in a wheelchair as sweaty young people run by in shorts.
The two old ladies in the morning, holding hands and waltzing under the trees. Do they have husbands? Have they ever danced with their husbands? What feelings do they have for each other? Do they ever fantasize they are dancing in some fancy ballroom at some fancy affair (who knows, maybe they really do)?
The group of 20 or so graying, post-menopausal ladies struggling to keep up with more aerobic-type dancing to western pop music, as the granddaughter of one of them, a lithe, budding young girl of 14 or so has joined them and is energetically dancing along, outshining the whole pack of them.