贊助我們： https://pay.firstory.me/user/mrsu 留言回饋： https://open.firstory.me/story/ckbuvz0btc8up0918ip711dhd 粉絲專頁 台南語 爽！Podcast https://www.facebook.com/%E5%8F%B0%E5%8D%97%E8%AA%9E-%E7%88%BDPodcast-105970167837905?locale=tw_TW 時間軸 00:00:26 節目開始 一名張姓女子的故事 00:06:49 一包香菸為什麼20支? 00:09:09 阿泥的故事（移工 00:12:58# （後面都是廣告） 本集内容 一名張姓女子婚後疑似不堪婆婆長期霸凌，8月9日在網路公開發文控訴「我的婆婆殺了我」後選擇輕生。事後夫家疑似隱瞞她過世的消息，直到娘家人在臉書發現不對勁才得知張女已過世，而夫家人不准娘家人碰到遺體和遺物，訃聞也不放張女還活著的父母的名字，甚至還想盡辦法要將張女的臉書留言刪除，引發網友熱議。 張女8月9日發文「我的婆婆殺了我」，表示結婚幾年每天都過得膽戰心驚、天天看人臉色，「活著真的很累，不是想死，是活不了了！」她表示三不五時就被言語霸凌，不小心說錯一次話就被無視和恐嚇，連想要正常一點的活著都 ￼ 不行，「謝謝指教，我不在就好了」。 張女對丈夫和兒子道歉，「媽媽還是很愛你們，只是我已經沒力氣再走下去了。不用原諒我，我只是個懦弱的人」，她並控訴「偉大的婆婆，妳的業造成這樣的結果」。她最後也寫道感謝朋友讓她曾有一段正常的愉快時光，一度有力氣逃離痛苦的地獄，但自己又走進了新的地獄，婚後遭到婆婆的霸凌，「然後無法再改變了。早安、午安、晚安，永遠不見，我解脫了」。 ￼ https://www.ctwant.com/article/71251 一包香菸為什麼20支? 一支愛你 一支等待 一支守候 一支期待 一支煞心 渴望 一支幻想 一支難過 一支高興 一支傷心 一支孤獨 一支寂寞 一支偽裝 一支堅強 一支無奈 一支 軟汫 懦弱 一支想念 一支恬恬 沉默 一支 哭哼 哭泣 一支微笑 一支無言 要把20支菸合在了一起 就是希望和傷害 隨著抽煙的姿勢 越來越熟練 愛的人也越來越隨便 男人需要tabacoo的陪伴 相同的. 有些堅強的女人也是 香煙燒掉的 是青春席戀 男人 走的是時光 過得是滄桑 男人會抽菸、是因為背後有故事 女人會抽菸、是因為心裡有心事 社會上 我們抽菸不是抽快樂 而是讓悲傷隨菸而去 男人抽完菸將菸頭仔丟掉 是把心中不爽快 排除掉 男人一包菸抽完了 生活還是得照樣過 我們男人分菸給兄弟抽 並不是因為想要害了他 是因為他心中也有心事 一支菸一個故事 兩支菸多些陪伴 畫龍畫虎難畫骨 知人知面不知心 不要誤解每個會抽菸的人 轉錄自Eric Chen（陳昱澄）聽音辨位 / 男主持人信箱：email@example.com https://www.facebook.com/eric.chen.5245?locale=tw_TW 第一次見面的時候， 她連國語都聽不懂， 剛滿20歲就離鄉背井來到台南， 完全沒有照顧經驗， 只上了幾節 短暫課程， 就正式接手了照顧病人的工作。 艷陽高照的午后， 照慣例拖著訪視箱出訪，抵達案家 叮咚叮咚...... 我：「阿暱，蘇史特來了，快開門。」 門後傳來細碎的腳步聲，門開了， 探出一張稚嫩的臉龐帶著靦腆的微笑說： 「蘇史特....」 跟在她身後進門，看見躺在床上的阿嬤。 我：「阿嬤，哇來啊，最近好嗎？」 阿嬤無奈的嘆了口氣搖搖頭....， 我： 「阿暱，阿嬤最近有哪裡不舒服嗎？晚上睡的好嗎？」 阿暱絞著手指頭，臉上帶著驚慌的表情搖頭回道： 「呃.......呃.......」 阿嬤又嘆了口氣：「伊攏聽無啦！」 我：「安內你都怎麼跟她講話？」 阿嬤：「用比誒阿」 阿暱此刻好像明白了什麼，抓了抓頭尷尬的笑了笑。 我還記得她睜著大眼睛怯生生的模樣， 每次家訪都要大費周章帶動作教學， 要她這裡加強那裡改善。 僱主工作忙碌常常不在家， 家裡有的就只有她跟阿嬤， 一開始雙方真的是相對無語的狀態， 時間一久，卻發現她會的詞彙慢慢變多了， 阿嬤似乎也習慣了有她陪伴， 再接著就衍生了屬於彼此的相處模式。 前陣子阿嬤因為病程 進展 離開了， 我公務機的Line跳了一則動態， 那是一個短片， 有她有阿嬤有僱主， 日常相處的每一個片刻， 照片裡的阿嬤有著各種表情，好鮮明， 看著看著不知不覺眼眶就熱了， 感覺的到她有把阿嬤當成一起生活的夥伴。 人們總說外傭不好，日防夜防家賊難防，提防東提防西， 縱使真的有很差的，那也是少數。 至少我遇過的有八成都是很優秀的， ，非常盡責， 爺奶有一個不對勁，第一個發現的都是她們。 人啊！真的要靠相處 祝福阿嬤，一路平安 也祝福阿暱下一站也會遇到好僱主。 Episode today A married woman, Zhang, was suspected to suffer from bullying for a long time by her mother-in-law and committed suicide after posting an accusation online titled “My Mother-in-law Killed Me” on August 9th. Zhang’s husband’s family seemed to hide the fact of her death from Zhang’s family, and Zhang’s family found out until they saw something wrong on her Facebook timeline. Her husband’s family did not allow Zhang’s family to see the body or take back her stuff and did not put her parents’ name on the funeral announcement, either. They even tried many ways to delete the comments below Zhang’s post. This post sparked hot discussion among netizens. Zhang’s post shows that she has been living cautiously ever since she got married and has to tolerate other’s attitude. She wrote, “I’m tired of living. It’s not because I want to die but I have no way to survive! I was bullied verbally very often, and if I say anything wrong, I would be ignored or be intimidated by my mother-in-law. I can’t live in a normal life. Thank you for your advice. If I am gone, everything will be fine.” In the post, Zhang apologized to her husband and son: “I still love you guys, but I’m afraid I have no strength to keep going. I don’t expect you to forgive a coward like me. To my extraordinary mother-in-law, you are the karma cause the result. Thank you all my dear friends who helped me run away from the hell for a time, but now I walk into a new hell and can’t get out of here. I can’t change it. Good morning. Good afternoon. Good night. Farewell. Now I’m off.” https://www.ctwant.com/article/71251 Why There Are Twenty Cigarettes in a Pack? Twenty cigarettes: To love you, it takes one. Waiting for someone takes another one. And one to kill time. And one for expectation; Another one for longing; Another one for imagining; Another one for sadness. Then the rest for Happiness, Disappointment, Loneliness, Solitude, Pretending, Fortitude, Helplessness, Cowardice, Missing, Silence, Crying, Smile, Speechlessness. These twenty cigarettes represent Hope and hurt. More cigarettes one smokes, More skilled in smoking will one be And more careless in love. Men need tobacco as well as Strong women do. Cigarettes burn out The yearning for youth. The older a man ages, The more ups and downs he has. Men smoke because of what they have been through. Women smoke because of the worry they bear in heart. We smoke not for fun, But to let go of sadness. Men throw away cigarette butts Along with the disappointment. After a pack of cigarettes is finished, Life will still be on the run. A man shares a cigarette with his bro Not because of evil intention But because of helping him feel better. A cigarette is a story. Two cigarettes can have someone accompany. One may draw a tiger’s shape but not its bone; One may see a man’s face but not know his thought, So do not judge one who smokes. Passage extracted from Eric Chen. His email address: firstname.lastname@example.org Facebook website address: https://www.facebook.com/eric.chen.5245?locale=tw_TW When I first saw her, she could not understand Chinese at all. She left her hometown to Tainan when she just turned 20. She never had any experience in aged care and only took a few courses in advance then started her job in Taiwan. In a sunny afternoon, I went out as usual to visit the patient. “Ani, it’s Su. Please open the door.” I heard light and hurried footsteps coming to the door. She opened the door and showed up her child-like face with a shy smile and said, “Hi, Su…” I followed her walking into the room and saw an old lady lying on the bed. “Hello, madam. Here I am. How’s everything these days?” I asked. She signed and shook her head. “Ani, does madam feel anything wrong in recent days? How’s her sleep?” I asked Ani. She looked panic with her hands intertwined together, then she shook her head and uttered, “eh, eh…” The madam signed again and said, “she doesn’t know Chinese at all.” “How can you communicate with her?” I asked the madam. “Body language.” Ani seemed understood what we were talking about. She scratched her head and smiled embarrassedly. I remember the way she looked timid and her eyes wide opened. Every time I visited the madam’s house, I had to use body language to teach her how to take care of elderly people. At the very beginning, Ani and the madam could not have conversation because of language barrier. As time passed, Ani picked up new words and the madam was getting used to her company. They created a new way to get along with one another. Madam passed away a while ago due to the development of her condition. A notification popped out on my phone. It was a post by Ani, a short clip made by her in memory of the madam. There were Ani, the madam, and Ani’s former employer in the video. Every moment in their daily life was captured. I saw the madam’s vivid facial expressions and I could not help having tears in my eyes. I feel Ani sees the madam as a partner living together. Some said migrant care workers are cunning and would steal things. But it is over generalized because only few of them are like that. At least 80 percent of migrant care workers I met are responsible and good at providing care. Most of the time they are the first one notice the problems of the elderly people. People should not judge a person by a facade. You have to spend some time with a person to know his or her persona. May the madam rest in peace. Hope Ani can be hired by a good employer in the next job.