請眼見為憑 (To see is to believe) 

中文介紹就看這個吧 (This is an introduction in Chinese)

(The Picture is quoted from "Anyway the wind blows")

Well, I cannot pretend that the world is peaceful, and keep on talking about the pandanus. Yes, I know, I know….the ‘UK Terror Plot’ (five still at large), ‘The Middle East Crisis’. In Taiwan, our President Chen maybe forced to quit because of the public opinion toward his corruption and incompetent.

There is a phrase in Chinese: The wind sweeping through the tower heralds a rising storm in the mountains.

The storm is coming, I can feel that.

OK, let’s talk about pandanus.  

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Pandanus, we call it 'na-dau'. It looks almost the same with pineapple.
I am more familiar with pandanus than pineapple because pandanus are common in the
seashore around Taiwan. (It must spread all over the island long time ago, but mostly found in the seashore now.)

There is a famous story related with pandanus in Taiwan. We usually call this story 'Miss Na-dau'.

When the ice cream man stopped under the cool shadow of big trees, we'd drop whatever in our hands,
except the coins, and gathered around the motorcycle. Minutes later, every child hold an ice cream cone carefully,
smilingly.

We call the ice cream man 'babu-babu'.

Now, the 'babu-babu' almost vanishes; though I still saw some babu-babus somewhere, the horn sounded, without
children gathering around.

The grew up children, who were once faithful customers of babu-babu, prefer the ice cream in McDonald, or Haagen-Dazs.
The next generation maybe never heard of this musical sound:'babu-babuba---bu'.

 
They said there is a man always lingers on the solitary country roads. He is looking for the child walking alone. This evil man will use knockout drops. Or I should say ‘knockout powder’. The man sprays the powder over the child. Then the child is knocked out. He will bring the unconscious child back to his weird dark place. He puts the child on the operating table. He uses a knife to cut the child’s chest, takes out his heart to make the knockout powder.

 
We call this evil man ‘Heart Ripper’.

When my mom took a nap beside me in the bright summer afternoon, Heart Ripper was always recalled. I can see him linger around the straight solitary country road, which is not far away from my house. A black blurred figure in the glared sunshine. A knife sparkling.

 
“Come on. Take a nap.” My mom said, “it’s so hot, don’t go out.”