As the Boeing 777-300 begins its descent onto the Taiwan Taoyuan airport runway, bright skyscrapers emerge, surrounded by patches of rice paddies. Upon landing, I rush to customs. For the first time in my travels, my Haitian passport—often shy at international borders—crosses the gates of this island without the burden of a visa. I wouldn't call the King my cousin! Even the overwhelming victory of FC Barcelona over my beloved Real Madrid, which I learn as soon as I disembark, could not diminish the joy of this moment.
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