November 9th, 2015, the day I embarked on my journey to Italy.
The idea of time is often ambiguous while traveling. However, the very first day of a journey always seems apparent, every minute and every second of it. The day is like a child seeking for a spotlight to showcase the new outfit he or she has cheerfully put on. Gradually, you would come to wish that the day was less flaunty of its look; rather, you believe that one’s appearance is born to one naturally, and it is the inner temperament that enables the outer appearance to shine.
Indeed, time is fascinating.
The cultivation of a culture takes time. If the bumpy roads of this Italian township were in Taiwan, residents would have relentlessly complained about it via the government helpline. The somewhat reserved customer service compared to that of Taiwan where a 90 degrees bow is a must when serving, people at home would have already flipped and demanded the management for compensation, or put up a video to criticize the poor service. Regardless, I reckon it straightforward. Extravagance is unnecessary on a daily basis. I think the true meaning of service is quality first, not false or exaggerated advertisement.
They say Changhua is a motionless city. The most common comment it gets is “Wow! It hasn’t changed a bit! There is still no department store since I last visited.” But perhaps the slow pace has given the city the best chance for a fresh start.
If to see the future as present, it has now come to a perfect time for such city view to be appreciated. One day, a small bookstore like those in Mercato Centrale Market, Florence, will also be spotted in the cities we reside in, in our daily lives.
My city seems extraordinarily slow in changing, but also because of its slow pace, I choose to let my imagination run.