Shooting the presidents

Taiwan’s president and vice president has been shot. The day before the election. I watched the news with amazement as I discovered a distance inside of me that tells me I don’t love this country. I should be angry and swearing at the opposition party or China for being scheming bastards. But I am not. Whichever one of them became the president holds no meaning in my life. All I am here for, is to get the job experience that I need to get another one in North America.

The possibility of a riot hangs in the air. With a generation of population experiencing their first democratic government. Emotional ties are stronger than ever. Politics turning brothers against brothers, fathers and sons.

I am curious. When a riot escalates into a civil war, what will I do? I was born here, but will I be able to shed blood for a country I didn’t grow up in.