Getting sick in Taipei is easy: plenty of toxins in the food and air and lack of sanitation at restaurants. Everyone knows this. But besides the vomiting and diarrhea, the sweats and the headaches that are par for the course, I am always surprised at the mental shake-up that goes along with sickness. I was humming along nicely building up life, activities, relations. I suddenly now feel to drop it all. It seems the Ba Gua martial arts that I have been really trying hard at for a month and a half--well what have I learned? A few arm and leg movements? Might as well have been picking berries. The business idea I had for Taipei? No way. This pollution exposure probably takes years off of my life. I have almost gotten better: I did my basic yoga routine today, felt greasy gunky sweat come out, hopefull the last of it. Europe is looking more and more attractive.