Monday, July 4, 2011

Letter from Carola

Returning from Taiwan

Almost 30 years ago, in 1983, I was fortunate enough to live in Taiwan. I was half way through my program of Chinese Studies at the University of Tübingen in Germany and thought it was time to experience the Chinese world by myself.

In 1983, Taiwan was still closer to being a developing country than a developed one. It struggled for political recognition next to its “big brother”, the People’s Republic of China, or “mainland China” as it was called in Taiwan.

For a 23-year old German girl, who had been to many European countries, arrival in Taiwan was a culture shock. At the same time it was an exciting adventure. New impressions, misunderstandings, exotic food to taste, new sounds and scents, snakes, dirt, dust, heat and high humidity and the ever present awareness of being a foreigner – you stand out as a “long nose” among the Chinese.

So when I returned to Germany shortly before Christmas on the height of consumerism, I was eager to tell my stories, to share my experience – and to my utter surprise I had a hard time to find the right words.

What do you answer to “How was it?” Fascinating? Interesting? Horrible? Sometimes downright heartbreaking? Well, imagine doing your laundry on a wooden washboard in cold water. No washing machine. No refrigerator either, for that matter. Was there even a Chinese word for dishwasher at that time? Blank faces were the answer, sometimes un-derlined by an “Oh my God”. Other people – those who KNOW EVERYTHING BET-TER – explained to me that Taiwan was not the “real China” – that was the People’s Re-public of China. What do you say in the face of so much ignorance?

The hardest part to tell and find even a hint of understanding in a country with excellent healthcare for everybody, was talking about the sick people. I had spent a lot of time with people suffering from leprosy, enjoying their company, sharing their laughter, feeling touched by their honesty and generosity. Only once after my return did I meet someone who had spent a year in a developing country and asked the right question, “What left the biggest impression on you?” Answer: an orphanage next to a Catholic church. A big room full of cribs with babies and toddlers. It was so crowded that often two kids had to share a bed. All of them were physically or mentally disabled, left on the steps of the or-phanage. Unwanted children. It was heartbreaking. It still haunts me.

Upon returning to rich Germany, it was hard for me to see the abundance here, especially when food was thrown away. Coming back to your own country can be a challenge. You are not the same person you were when you left. Your horizon has expanded; you were immersed in a different culture. You know that your country’s way of life is not the only one, and, far more important, not the only right one or superior one. Coming back to “my world” was almost as challenging as going away. The transition, however, didn’t take such a long time.

[Today's letter is from Carola, author of the blog carola bARTz. She is currently living the ex-pat life again, this time in California. You can see all "Letters to Kat" posts here.]


  1. Wonderful post, Carola! Your experiences were similiar to ours in returning to our homeland. there is a definite theme in these letters to Kat.

  2. You sure have had a lot of input about returning "home". I'm hoping all this wisdom plus you're own will make it an easier transition.

  3. i am glad i saw this on facebook! what a terrific life of diversity and delight you have lived so far!

  4. Carola, what great, great insights and lessons! You are changed forever by your experience and I think that is always the case. We become changed in ways we could never have anticipated. Ever since we have had dogs, we have not traveled much internationally, but I am definitely ready to do so again! Thanks for sharing this!!

  5. Interesting place to have spent some time Carola...I know what you are talking about though when you return.....we see the world with totally different eyes and all the better for it too.

  6. What a fascinating post - I smiled as I read about standing out as a foreigner - that was so hard for me to get used to at first - now I almost miss it.


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