My name is Gabriel and I live in Taipei. I have lost my wife during an assault. A red-haired man came to me, he smelt of fried fish. He had a gun and he shot my family. Since, I feel empty as if I had a hole in the head.
A young black man is killed in an altercation with a vigilant neighboor and the police. An indignant crowd gathered together. The feeling of injustice is high. A group isolates itself. Emotion engenders riot. In the absence of words, can the body take its revenge?
