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Tower, Hero, Life

Chapter One: Beginning again and again.

A writer is summoned to a Tower where events are not exact to his story but follow a similar scenario. Along with millions of others, he will have to fight to survive in circumstances similar to a game.

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[minkahsieh]

Episode 9: A Gift from heaven

14,000 km Back Home: A Woman’s Silk Road Journey By Min Hsieh

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Part 1: The Plan Chapter 2: Toward the Alps "Let go of the extras you want, and you'll find you can carry everything you need."

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A Gift from heaven – Austria, DAY 5

Following the directions given by the young policeman, I found the Inn River and rode along its bike path into Innsbruck.

Because I didn't reach Schwaz as planned the previous day, I missed my intended first stop, so Jarek—originally meant to be my second couch host—ended up being my first.

Jarek is a Polish international student and ski instructor. He loves skiing so much that he chose to attend university in Innsbruck, home to the best ski slopes in all of Austria.

Jarek lives in a dormitory provided by the university, and I managed to squeeze into this fascinating place. The residents come from all over the world—like a miniature United Nations. The dorm was originally built to house clergy, so its layout and furnishings carry religious connotations. Jarek explained the original design and purpose to me, but with my limited knowledge of Catholicism, all I could do was nod and smile.

Each floor has a communal kitchen. Jarek and I went to the supermarket to buy pasta, mushrooms, and tomatoes, and then cooked dinner together with the other residents. My role in the kitchen was simple—just stand by and watch Jarek cook, a privilege, it seems, for a woman who can’t cook.

Also joining us were a couple of French international students and a middle-aged German writer. I couldn't help but wonder how someone who wasn't a student ended up living in a university dorm.

“Remember, always trust your intuition and listen to what your heart has to say; your body will guide you to where you need to go,” the writer exclaimed passionately upon hearing about my journey. I figured he had just finished reading The Alchemist and was eager to share his fervent insights—or perhaps he was in the midst of writing a book on the principles behind The Secret, reiterating its ideas over and over. As for what exactly he was writing, I couldn’t make much sense of it from our conversation.

Along the way, a few more students from different countries joined our table discussion, but after dinner I found myself alone—continuing as the sole audience for the German writer. In the end, thanks to Jarek's intervention, I was helped out of the dining area and escorted back to our room.

“It's rare for him to find someone who genuinely listens to his words,” Jarek said quietly with a smile.

The next morning, I woke to the sight of heavy snowfall outside the window, and I frowned.

Snow should have been something novel and exciting for me, but now I couldn't bring myself to feel happy about it. Besides the biting cold, I was utterly unprepared for riding in snowy conditions.

Just as I was at a loss, Jarek excitedly announced that even heavier snow was expected the next day—he had already made plans with his friends to head up the mountain for skiing at first light. He added that the news was reporting that snowfall in the mountain regions was exceeding expectations—even some northern Italian cities, which rarely see snow, were starting to get dusted.

I gazed out at the serene, snow-white world and wondered what to do. Before departing, I had arranged a backup plan for heavy snow—simply take the train to bypass that section. But now, I wasn't sure whether to put that plan into action. I had just mastered riding my bike while hauling heavy loads; the prospect of immediately tackling snowy roads left me with no confidence at all.

Unable to think of a solution, I forced myself to get some fresh air and wandered into the city center to soak in the charm of Innsbruck's old town. It felt much like Germany here—at the heart of the city, Christmas market stalls filled the streets, and people huddled around round tables in front of the stands, clutching cups of hot mulled wine to warm up on the cold, wet pavement.

Back at the dorm, I tried searching online for answers, but I wasn't sure what to look up—my knowledge of biking and travel was woefully limited. In the end, I resorted to checking the Austrian train station's website, where I discovered that a train headed for Italy departed every night at 6:30 PM.

After dinner, just as Jarek had predicted earlier, the snow outside began to fall even heavier, and he was excitedly polishing his skiing gear in his room.

“I've decided to take the train tomorrow night to the first station in northern Italy,” I announced, reopening my computer to book a ticket.

“I think that's a great decision,” Jarek replied cheerfully. “It means you'll have time to join us on the slopes tomorrow morning. Coming to Austria's skiing mecca and not taking advantage of the snow would be a real shame.”

Hearing his words, I felt a comforting sense of relief. I chose to see this heavy snowfall as a gift from the heavens—a chance to join the ski instructor for some snowy fun, and a convenient excuse to skip that uncertain stretch of road.

Outside, the white snow reflected a silvery glow in the night; the land remained unchanged by my decision, yet inside, I began to quietly savor it all.

The next afternoon, after a fall that left me bruised and battered, my skiing experience came to an end.

Back at the dorm, I packed up my luggage and reattached it to my bike, bidding a reluctant farewell to Jarek. I then boarded an evening train heading south toward Italy.

The silent night train sped through Austria toward the south. I rested my head on my hand by the window, letting the gentle rocking of the train lull me into a warm, comfortable state. The steady rhythm of the train over the tracks carried me into a mental safe haven.

My bike and luggage stood quietly in a corner of the carriage, and it suddenly struck me as surreal. These items represented all my possessions for the coming year—if I were to place this bike and luggage in my home in Taiwan, in my own room, they’d occupy only a small corner. By their size, everything in that room might last me six or seven years! I had always felt that things were never enough back home. As the train continued its steady chug, I adjusted my posture and kept gazing at my luggage and bike.

This 'just enough is good enough' lifestyle actually felt quite nice!

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Closing Remarks ✨ Your Turn: Have you ever experienced a moment when something that seemed like an obstacle turned out to be a blessing in disguise? How did it change your perspective? I'd love to hear your stories!

📅 Time Frame: This story chronicles my journey across two continents between November 2013 and October 2014. Published independently in Taiwan in 2021, it is now shared as an English serialized novel through AI translation, connecting with friends worldwide to share this journey of personal growth.

📅 Next Episode: "Language Confusion"

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[minkahsieh]

Episode 5: Supported by Generosity

14,000 km Back Home: A Woman’s Silk Road Journey By Min Hsieh

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Part 1: The Plan Chapter 2: Toward the Alps Let go of the extras you want, and you’ll find you can carry everything you need.

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Supportive Partners – Austria, DAY 3 (continued)

First of all, as a woman, although I didn’t see myself as weaker than men, the risks I had to bear were still relatively higher. Additionally, starting a journey across Europe and Asia required some geographical knowledge, some historical context, some news updates, some cultural insights, and some visa information. All those "some"s quickly added up to an overwhelming amount of preparation work.

Then came the choice of transportation: a bicycle. At that time, I didn’t even have a bike to start the journey, let alone worry about what type of bike I needed, what specifications were necessary, or how to handle basic maintenance like fixing a flat tire.

Lastly, there was the ever-present essential of any plan—funding.

During my working holiday in Germany, I revised my priorities after deciding to undertake this journey home. I focused on maximizing my monthly income and cutting every possible expense to save enough money to cover both my travel costs and my family’s financial needs back home.

By the time I was ready to leave, I had saved enough to cover six months of family expenses and €2,000 in travel—barely enough for two months on the road. What would I do after that? I had no idea. I figured I’d figure it out along the way, perhaps by submitting travel stories to magazines or finding sponsors.

I spent most of my six-month preparation period writing sponsorship proposals to companies. Although I was fortunate to secure a bike and some gear, my financial situation remained dire.

My German friend Thomas learned about my plan through my sister and sent me an email:

“Min, your sister shared your plan with me. I couldn’t understand the details because it’s in Chinese, but I’m worried about you. Here’s why:

First, your journey is approximately 13,600 kilometers, and you plan to complete it in eight months—240 days. That means cycling an average of 60 kilometers per day. However, based on your budget, you’ll need to spend less than €30 per day, including visas and travel expenses. While the distance seems manageable, your budget is far too tight. You might camp to save money, but food alone will eat through your budget.

Second, and this is my biggest concern, your route is dangerous. You’ll be exposing yourself to risks in countries we know little about. Have you done enough research, especially regarding visas?”

True to typical German thoroughness, Thomas had meticulously analyzed my route. I replied seriously, attaching all the information I had collected. As for the tight budget, I could only assure him that I was trying my best to save money and find sponsorships.

Within two hours, I received another email from Thomas. He offered to sponsor a pair of shoes from his company and some additional funds. However, he also included a long warning about safety, noting that in many places, men couldn’t fathom a woman cycling the world—especially in regions where women didn’t even have the right to ride bikes.

Standing by Sylvenstein Lake, I glanced at the shoes on my feet and the bike leaning against the railing. These were the tangible results of over half a year of effort, the tools that enabled my departure and would continue to support me on the road ahead.

The water refused to boil no matter how long I waited. Starving and impatient, I tossed the noodles into the pot anyway. After finishing my meal, I sat by the lake, savoring the view and the warmth the soup brought to my body, a defense against the freezing weather. But as the food’s warmth faded, the cold crept back in, leaving me shivering.

I quickly packed up my gear, mounted my bike, and pressed forward.

After a slow, steady climb, I reached a T-junction. A blue sign marked with a ring of stars and the letter “A” in the center stood by the roadside. I had arrived at the border between Germany and Austria.

Stopping to look at the sign, I felt like I had just cleared a level in a video game. It was a marker of success, proof that I had overcome another challenge.

Emotion surged unexpectedly. I couldn’t believe I had come this far. With the strength of my own two legs, I was leaving Germany and heading into Austria!

Closing Remarks:

✨ Your Turn: Every journey is built on the kindness of others and the strength we find within ourselves. Have you ever been deeply moved by someone's unexpected support?

📅 Time Frame: This story chronicles my journey across two continents between November 2013 and October 2014. Published independently in Taiwan in 2021, it is now shared as an English serialized novel through AI translation, connecting with friends worldwide to share this journey of personal growth.

📅 Next Episode: "A Warm Dinner – Austria, DAY 4."