Eva Everest
@Eva Everest
French expat in Taiwan
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About me
French
Lives in Taipei
Speaks fran莽ais, anglais, mandarin
Registration: 25 June 2009
About
My expat journey
Daejeon, Taiwan
I live there.
Professor of music
Hong Kong
Stage MAE a fle
French teacher
Daejeon, South Korea
FLE internship at the Alliance Fran莽aise
French teacher for foreigners,
The public baths, the Korean food, the temples in the mountains and the villages made of traditional houses, the clothes and the lucky charms, the French students, the plum or raspberry wine, the heated floors, the kindness of certain people.
the so-called "apartment" accommodation, the city of Daejeon ugly and not practical for walking, the fact of always being taken for an American or a Russian, the excessive consumption of all kinds, the shitty music with three always the same hits which play on a loop at full blast all over the city for months.
Taipei, Taiwan
I will come back, I want to stay there and live there
French teacher, Chinese student.
All ! The relationship with nature, which we cannot draw up or ignore because it is the law, the kindness of the Taiwanese, the night markets, except the one in Tainan which scares me, the sea, the mountains, the hot springs, the students of the Chinese university, the scooter rides, Kenting and its surfers, the food, the unveiled presence of the gay community, the gentleness and availability of my friends, the bubble tea, the moachis, minus the stinky tofu but I'll get used to it!
Like everywhere in Northeast Asia, racism towards immigrant workers from Southeast Asia.
Rouen, France
I grew up there...
The architecture of the city, the small narrow streets, the cobbled streets, the old market, the recurring archaeological excavations, the stinking odors, the skulls and the cat of A卯tre st Maclou.
The rain, the forest, the drizzling days, the ferry to cross the Seine, the flax fields, the cliffs, the sound of the sea in the pebbles, the old brick houses. Normandy mussels, cider and cr猫me fra卯che.
The mentality of the people of Rouen, their lack of imagination, the staid side of the city, the difficulty of getting around on foot, by bike or by car, the petrochemicals and its stinking factories, the fact that I was born here...