This morning, I found a snake in front of my house. The snake was poisonous, but small.
My neighbour circled the snake, armed with a long branch, but my dog was not afraid and brought his snout dangerously close.
But Luca is old and deaf, besides, he never really listened to me.
Whatever Luca did, the snake did not bite him. My neighbour, who always says that snakes don’t bite dogs, said:
you see? Snakes don’t bite dogs.
My neighbour has no internet, and on the internet, snakes bite dogs all the time. Especially in Australia. There’s a clinic there, especially for dogs bitten by snakes. But at that moment in time, my internet was not working. My house is high up in the Taiwanese mountains, where internet leaks like a faucet.
By neighbour, a canadian with a tattoo of insects across his temples, curled the snake around the branch and walked away. He threw the branch in the bushes. There were monkeys there, we heard them jumping off.
I decided to explore. It wasn’t really exploring: I can’t read the signs and alle the houses on the mountain look alike, so I can never really tell where I am. Only the scarecrows differ. I drove past a tourist trap, ‘water running up’, a place where the water seems to go upstream, but it doesn’t. It’s a trap because there is no more water there. I did not stop. I tried a few roads behind my house, but they all dead ended into the mountain. After a few hours I descended on the coast, to drink coffee at the beach.
In the beach bar, a few people were sleeping with their heads on the bar. On the tables, dogs and cats were sitting, without any interest in each other. Dogs in Taiwan do not seem to bar, I realised, but I had no internet to prove it, so I wrote it down. I ordered coffee by pointing at a drawing of a cup of coffee and thanked in my only Chinese.
Taiwan is like Japan has been deserted for ten years because of some disaster, and then taken in by civilised Chinese and civilised dogs.