(Life of a Taiwanese Farmer – Final)
“Holy crap, this is heavy!”
I’m heaving a bag of rice onto a forklift and I think I almost pulled a muscle. At 50kg, the rice bags were the heaviest set of weights I’ve ever attempted to lift. I looked at Guang-Hui and he cocked an eyebrow at me with a knowing smile.
I stirred awake, not knowing what time it was but realising I had woken up to the crowing sound of a rooster and the crack of dawn peeping through our bedroom window. Continue reading
I poked my head into the dark warehouse squinting my eyes for any movement.
“Ni hao, you ren zai zhe ma?”
(“Hello, is anyone here?”) Continue reading