When Dan and I lived in Kaohsiung, Taiwan, in the early 1990s, we resided on the top floor of a firetrap building near Love River (a poetic name but there were turds floating in it). The housing was provided by Jordan’s Language School, the “bushiban” (private school) for which we were working.
The apartment came with a TV, a VCR, and a single video tape–Pink Floyd’s The Wall, which I remember seeing… more than a few (hundred) times! No surprise then that The Wall is imprinted quite indelibly in my consciousness. When I was teaching high school English in California, I had not forgotten being in high school myself, nor had I forgotten the lines from Pink Floyd’s The Wall: “Hey! Teacher! Leave those kids alone!”
Shout-out to B. Sadie in Washington!