This afternoon the students gave us an extraordinary gift: after we finished teaching the Class 10 students, they performed a Taiwanese aboriginal dance for us (it seems there are several people of aboriginal heritage here). Beginning with deep, harmonic, prayerful humming in a shuffling circle, the boys then stripped to the waist, their limbs interwoven as they stamped and hurled their ropy bodies around the auditorium. The line of girls surrounded them, small and strong, pounding out their own steps with increasing vigour. For ten minutes we were transfixed as the two lines chanted and wailed back and forth. Their bodies whirled so fast and close as the two cohorts intricately circling each other, while beneath our feet the floor shook. Class 10! I hope I never forget that sight.