May we never forget those that have gone on before us. Who have laid the groundwork for the life we now live...
It was nine o'clock, cold, still raining, and the people of Naju had clearly seen very few
foreigners. I was stared at from every doorway. People would nudge each other and
point at me. Girls would squeal and put the palms of their hands to their mouths, the
classic expression of shy terror and bewilderment. It was not a cruel or mocking
curiosity: the people who saw me, and who had never seen such a lumbering and hairy
creature before - a head taller than most Koreans, pale and ghostly skinned, and covered
with primeval fur - were amazed. They had seen such creatures on television; now here
was a real live one, and in their town, too.
Simon Winchester
from Korea, A Walk Through the Land of Miracles
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