hi kim jong il
what do you want to do? go to north korea?
haha. yeah. but first some breakfast. one needs a full stomach to take on kim jong il. haha.
where are we going?
hmm.
north korea.
what!? where!?
there.
where?
all that.
all the other side of the river?
yes, babo.
holy shit! fucking cool! wow. thank you thank you thank you!!
we drove along the splattered highway in her mum's car. a white jeep with a terrible turning circle. all on our left four layers. road, barbed wire, water, north korea. it was hard for me to get over, or perhaps i just didn't want to. as marty said to me before i left, "it's a sweet deal, and you are right next door to a crazy mother fucker.", or something to that effect.
we drove to one of the bridges, right to the gate, and stopped in front of some large yellow spiky things. it was hard to tell if this was it. it was all a little underwhelming. hasisi thought we could go further. there was after all, a large number of ordinary looking vehicles going in and more importantly, coming out. but i was hesitant. they would check ID and i didn't have mine on me. so we did a u-turn (which is, incidentally, the same word in korean and thus, easy points, assa) and made our way back in the increasing rain.
on the way we passed a giant ship shaped restaurant in the middle of nowhere and i thought of chris and roadside dinosaurs. i also thought of pirates of the carribean. we stopped in to a sort art township called heyri. it was a lovely yet strange place. innovatively designed galleries and artists residences dotted amongst piles of junk and construction sites. was this post-modernism or plain laziness? regardless it was a charming space and not a speck of neon! we ate club sandwiches and drank espresso and scribbled dedications into cafe tables like teenagers.
as an aside, i have been asking a few koreans about how they felt about the north's recent missile launches into the sea of japan. most seem unconcerned and a number of reasons seem to underpin this. one point of view is, i guess, common to a lot of westernised nations and that is a dominant concern with local or personal issues and not wanting to feel down or scared about things that dont really impact their lives on a day to day basis. another is that south koreans have seen actions like this before from the north and this is one is seen as no different with the exception of drawing more attention from the international community. if nothing happened afterwards before, nothing is going to happen afterwards now. a third is more complex and i will endeavour to find out more. many koreans feel some sense of unity between south and north, perhaps for past and future, and believe north korea would not harm the south and thus, do not feel threatened.





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I was told recently that when North and South Korea meet to negotiate they do so in a small room in the de-militarised zone, and that the North Korean negotiator is held, around the waist, by one link in a human chain that leads back over the border - ready to whip him back if anything untoward is said. Not that I believe that, but it is a story that does the rounds...
And they're wonderful photos you take.
Posted by: bec | July 19, 2006 12:26 PM
thanks bec
have i ever met you before?
probably not i think. anyway, glad to be a part of concrete with you.
haha. i don't think thats true. actually i was reading in the korea herald last week about talks between delegations in busan (where i live). some interesting and hilarious things said.
one was that the north claimed their milatary served to protect south korea.
the other was the south spokesperson using a soccer metaphor (mid worldcup mind) to describe the north's claim that the tests were part of regular military drills.
"...although a player who fouled may claim it was not a foul, it is inevitably considered a foul if the opponent, the referee and the spectators deem it to be,"
Posted by: jackson | July 19, 2006 12:47 PM
We have met once; NYE a long time ago. In a backyard with small chairs made smaller by their sinking into the sand. I think there was an accident and you fell/were knocked over. I think we spoke after that, but that you were cross or I was drunk - both obscure my recollection. So you see, not many degrees of separation at all, as is always the case with Perth.
...at least I think that was you, does it ring any bells?
Posted by: bec | July 19, 2006 1:31 PM