ABSTRACT
Sitting in front of my computer, I let my memory wander freely throughout the past few years and try to recollect the first time I heard about Yongxing village. ‘Shuo lai hua chang’ the Taiwanese would say, ‘it’s a long story’, almost showing a sense of reticence to talk about things that have happened by chance and have involved, subsequently, so many people and places over the years. My eyes are still staring at the screen of my computer and I wish that my recollection of people and places could happen suddenly and in a description as close as possible to the events that took place some time ago …
