Chapter 58 Chapter 3 Dark Night (1)

Marty tidied up the files on her desk, subconsciously throwing some unused reference materials into the trash can.Just now in Dr. Chen's office, Marty gave a very clear answer to Dr. Chen that she was unwilling to go to Shenkeng to be the planning director, and Dr. Chen also accepted. He didn't say much, and the whole meeting was unexpectedly short. Marty had a feeling that her decision to reject a job change would lead to an even bigger job change.The eyes behind Dr. Chen's thick lenses have lost their caring gaze.Marty cleaned up her desk, looked at her watch, and realized that it was time to leave work. She put on her windbreaker and walked into the elevator.

Another day's get off work has passed, and the elevator is full of colleagues who have just clocked out. Emma, ​​the accountant, is standing beside Marty.Emma's overly rich face powder made her neglected skin look prematurely aged.Emma is carrying a hemp woven handbag, which she picked up when she traveled to the Philippines with the company last year.She carried it every day, and stood in front of the stop sign with great determination to wait for the bus, regardless of the weather. Even if the bus was seriously out of schedule, she never paid for a taxi, but she was always anxious. Emma had to transfer three buses to get back At home, if the schedule is delayed, she will not be able to see her favorite eight o'clock series, which is the only colorful part of her life. If the plot is not coherent, Emma will be very sad.

Xiao Song from the Planning Department stood downstairs smoking a cigarette. He couldn't decide whether to drive home now and spend more than an hour wasted in the traffic jam, or go to the Pub in the alley next to him and drink a glass of Happy Hour wine. Wait until the traffic jam ends before hitting the road.In the end he went to pick up the car.Money must be saved, and it would be nice to be able to take advantage of an after-hours errand.Xiao Song recently made a new girlfriend. She said that if she didn't have a house, she would never consider getting married.Xiao Song agreed with her statement.

And today's Marty doesn't go back to Sad Coffee.She got on the bus, walked through the congested traffic along Roosevelt Road with difficulty, got off at the Chiang Kai-shek Memorial Hall, and continued walking until she came to a crowd on Zhongshan South Road. The night's temperature was very low, coupled with the biting cold wind, but it couldn't hide the special heat emitted by the crowd.The crowd surrounded the "Legislative Yuan" and took Qingdao East Road near the meeting hall as the gathering point.In this bleak and dark night, the "Legislative Yuan" is reviewing the budget for the construction of the fourth nuclear power plant. The crowd protesting the construction of the nuclear power plant gathered for a sit-in demonstration, and expressed solidarity with the "legislators" in the "Legislative Yuan" who voted against it.

There were about 3,000 to 4,000 people in the crowd, and it was very noisy, but the overall demonstration was quite organized.Marty made her way through the crowd. Along the way, someone tied a bright yellow anti-nuclear turban on her, and was handed flags, stickers, and anti-nuclear propaganda materials. The vanguard of the demonstrators was a temporary podium formed by the patchwork of several propaganda vehicles of "opposition party legislators". On the podium was an old professor delivering an anti-nuclear speech in Taiwanese.Several strong beams of light gathered in front of the stage, and the billowing smoke from the crowd fluttered like smoke in the beams. The sound from the super-powerful speakers made people feel like a storm. Marty had to cover his ears to get close to the front of the podium. .She made an appointment with Jill to meet there.

The people in front of the podium were all sitting, and Marty sat down in order to let the people behind them have a better view.This is her first time participating in a street rally.So far, her feeling is that the crowd in front of her is more old than young, more men than women, and more slippers and undershirts than suits and leather shoes. The language exchanged among the crowd is Taiwanese, which she can hardly communicate. Even the demands of this demonstration were out of reach for Marty, but Marty's emotions were high once he experienced it.After all, such a large group of people, because of the same opinions and positions, gathered here to speak out against a larger, silently huge force, and the enthusiasm for seeking autonomy among them was enough to move Marty.An old man sitting next to Marty is speaking to Marty excitedly in Taiwanese, and Marty understands a little bit.The old man said that most of the demonstrators were elders from Gongliao Township. They vowed to resist the construction of the fourth nuclear plant, not only for the descendants of Gongliao, but also for the people of Taipei who are close at hand.

The old man handed Marty an armband and motioned her to hang it up herself, which Marty did.She was busy pinning the armband tightly when someone patted her on the back and Marty looked back and saw Jill.Next to Jill was a tall, thin foreigner. Jill gestures for Marty to follow her.In order to avoid the powerful sound waves from the loudspeaker, they went around to the back of the podium, which was the critical point of tension when approaching the riot police, but Jill acted very relaxed. She first waved to the heavily armed riot police one by one, and then Sit down with your back against one of the riot shields and motion for Marty to sit down with the foreigner.

The policeman with the shield was very embarrassed, because Jill was sitting leaning on the shield, her posture was so comfortable, this young boy who was still in the police school glanced at the captain standing at the head of the line, seeing that the captain seemed to have no objection, he continued Hold the shield, and even follow Jill's sitting posture, and slightly deflect the shield at an angle. Through Jill's introduction, Marty knew that this foreigner came from France and belonged to a pan-European environmental protection organization with a strange name called "Green Planet Party".The foreigner's name is Paul Shang, who came to Taiwan as an observer on behalf of the Green Planet Party, responsible for observing and recording Taiwan's environmental protection social activities, and Jierchun helped him as a translator because of his friendship.

When he heard that Marty was fluent in both English and French, Jean-Paul was very happy, and the two immediately started talking in a mixture of English and French.From the conversation, Marty learned that the purpose of Champau-Paul's trip to Taiwan was not only his official organizational duties, but also his plan to learn Chinese in private.The Green Planet Party, which has risen in Europe for nearly ten years, is a trend among international environmental protection organizations with more radical methods. In addition to publishing international environmental protection publications, they are also good at going to countries that urgently need to promote environmental protection. Develop organizational power in the local area and create an environmental movement.

Champ-Paul is in his early forties, well-educated, with a melancholy face that seems to be regretting at any time, chestnut hair, and lighter-colored eyes.His English does not have the usual soft murmur of the French, but has a bit of the crispness of a German accent.Upon questioning, it turned out that Jean-Paul had stayed in Hamburg for many years before, which was the headquarters of the Green Planet Party. Champaul's short chestnut hair fluttered in the cold wind.This cold wind comes from Siberia, blows across subtropical Taiwan, and will continue to blow to the warmer south.The regions we pass through are countries with very different political and cultural routes, but in Champau-Paul's mind, it is a natural territory that stretches and expands the entire ecological environment.He squinted his eyes and looked at the demonstrators against the strong beam of light, and listened to the unfamiliar language in the noise. In the strangeness, his heart and this land seemed to establish a kind of communication, a kind of tacit understanding.

"Marty, environmental issues know no borders, and joining the ranks of saving the planet redraws a map of the world in our minds. In this map, we separate regions according to environmental issues. You ask me why I volunteer I want to come to Taiwan, because in our map, this area is very inhospitable, and the seeds of environmental protection are needed here, that is, for the Green Planet Party to take root here. I never thought about coming to this place, but for the sake of organization, I want to start integrating This land," said Champaul. "Going to a distant and strange country to practice an ideal, I think, is it romantic?" Marty and Champau-Paul looked at the not far left, where there was a special area surrounded by cloth strips, three people All the anti-nuclear activists on hunger strike sat cross-legged, quietly facing the bustling crowd. "Ten years younger, I'd say it's romance. Now I just think about how to rescue and rebuild in a disaster. What I'm talking about is the public, the dirty politics, the bloody struggle for wealth, these, Not romantic." "What was your previous job?" "I teach in a secondary school in Hamburg, teaching French." "So you don't teach anymore?" "Not teaching anymore." "It's so chic, you just gave up your original life like this." "It's a waiver, but not a loss."