Sunday, July 31, 2005

The final cut

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way--in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.

A Tale of Two Cities (1859) Charles Dickens

It was one of those weeks where it was the best of times, it was the worse of times.

First the good times.

Thursday was a fun day. I had to go to Osaka Japan to get my Visa so i can work here in Korea for another year. I left very early from Daejeon, 0420 hrs, and it was a nice bus ride to Incheon Airport. It was easy to get through since I only brought 1 bag, a small carry on with papers. The duty free shopping was very nice and had a nice meal.

Then I met an person from Canada, he was going to Osaka also, then we met a lady from USA, then a person from Canada and another one from Canada, so we had 5 people all to start with. I was so glad that I wasn't going their by myself. I later met 2 other people on the plane so by the time the flight ended we had 7 people all going to the same location. What was funny was that the last 2 were Americans who are both of Arab ancestors, They both told me that it was funny because they were the ones next to the escape hatch on the plane, They told me that the Stewartness asked them both not to touch the hatch at all. They both laughed because in American their is no way that they would even be allowed near the hatch. They took it with humor and we all had a good laugh from it.

What was weird was the smell, or a lack of a smell, in Osaka. I just got so used to the smell here in Korea. I was really surprised by the clean streets.

We took the subway on the way to the South Korea Consulate. If you have to go please take the Express Train, it cost alot more but its well worth it. Another thing we all discovered was the price for a lot of things are definately higher in Japan. The papers, the food. It was worth it.

We made it to the consulate, and it was ok, we had an hour wait so we found a nice little dinner, its called the tomatoo. The food was great and it wasnt that expensive. We all made it back and got our new visas. We took the express train back to Osaka and it was great, very roomy and comfortable. I am 6'4 (1.93 Meters) so finding comfortable seats here has been hard. That why I liked the express train.

I counldn't find Cubans their in the airport and I almost missed the flight back but it was fun.

Now for the worse of times.

Their are many things in my life that I have come to accept, That I am an American, A Texan, A member of the GOP. So because of these things people will hate me and they don't even know me. That is the real sadness for them. Sad to say, I ran into that late Friday night/ early Saturday morning.

I went to the Wa-Bar like I sometimes do in Suji, It a nice bar that I went to when I lived in Yong-In city. I met my friends and after awhile we went outside to sit and talk. One person was from Australia and I asked him to please explain "The Wiggles" to me. (they are a kids show from aussie land that is very popular with the kids) he said that they were famous and we laughed about it. Then later it all went bad.

To be honest here, I really dont know the kid or that much about him. All I recall about him was that he was wearing a England Football shirt, so I thought that he was from the UK (Found out later he is from Canada.) This guy starts talking about how much he hates America. (now normally IM ok with that what the kid didnt realize was that I'm ex US Army and the other American their is active US Army.) This kid just keep saying stupid stuff and what made me lose it is when he said this.

The American's who died on Sept.11 DESERVED TO DIE.

That's when I lost it! Sad to say I think that I have lost an associate on that day, he died in the Pentagon, I knew him he knew me. Now with the War in Iraq and maybe soon Iran and North Korea. I fear that I will lose too many people that I care about. I darn near wanted to hit the kid but I didnt. My cooler head prevailed. To his credit he did buy me and the other American a drink, neither of us drank it. To be honest it made me very upset but nothing will happen, if he doesnt bother me, I wont bother him. What was sad about this while thing someone that I like saw this whole thing and now I think that I've blown any shot that I might have had with her.

She has a blog also and I read hers, shes from Canada and I think shes very smart and beautiful, my Army friend said that I should ask her out so I have, via email, now because of the incident Don't know if she'll want to talk to me again.

Like I said earlier, It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.

Monday, July 25, 2005

The Man. 7 Tours in a row. Posted by Picasa
The final cut


PARIS (AP) -- Lance Armstrong will never ride in the Tour de France again. After seven years of dominance, he is trading in rough rides through the mountains for leisurely days on the beach. Having stepped onto the podium for the last time on Sunday to celebrate his seventh straight Tour victory, Armstrong will spend a few days ``with a beer, having a blast.''

It's time for him to play with his kids, chill out with rocker girlfriend Sheryl Crow, and toast his success as the undisputed champion of cycling's most demanding event. ``I'm finished,'' Armstrong said. He is moving far away from the awe-struck crowds that crossed countries for the merest glimpse, the six-hour training rides in pouring rain that gave him the edge over others, the stress of worrying whether his rivals could ever catch up. Armstrong is now retired at the ripe old age of 33.``We're just going to hang out in the south of France for a little while and do nothing,'' Crow said.

He also delivered a final shot at ``the people who don't believe in cycling, the cynics and the skeptics'' who suspect that doping is rife in the grueling sport and fueled his dominance.`I'm sorry for you. I'm sorry you don't believe in miracles. But this is a hell of a race,'' he said. ``You should believe in these athletes, and you should believe in these people. I'll be a fan of the Tour de France for as long as I live. And there are no secrets -- this is a hard sporting event and hard work wins it.''

Enjoy retirement. You have earned it.

Saturday, July 23, 2005

The final cut

The last few messages that I have left have not made much scenes. I will try and explain why now.

Last year on 23 July 2004, I lost the biggest influence in my life, my father, Flynn Benard McStay Jr. He died of cancer, the V.A. believes that it was caused by his exposure to agent orange on the DMZ in 66-67. I am at home tonight just trying to survive this day.

The 3 songs I selected. Dance With My Father, Leader of The Band, Tears in Heaven. They all tell things that I wish that I could say to him tonight.

I wish that I could have him swing me around and tell me that everything is going to be all right. I miss our watching boxing together. My grandfather taught me wrestling, my father taught me boxing. We used to watch it on HBO a lot or when I was in school he would call and ask me if i was watching the fight. We both thought that the Gatti-Ward series was some of the best boxing ever and we both were cheering like fools when George Foreman won the Heavyweight title at his age.

I still cry every time I hear the song Dance With My Father, To be honest I have no ideal when I will ever stop. If you have lost your father then the song makes too much scenes, if you haven't then please talk to him and tell him you love him.

Leader of the Band tell how sometimes I feel like my life has been a bad attempt to try and follow what he taught me. Sometimes I do good and sometimes not but I never quit trying, he taught me that. Been crying over that song today.

Tears On Heaven, Eric Clapton wrote this song after his son died and when I heard it on MTV many years ago I thought, this can be a sons call to his father also, I've been thinking a lot today will we know each other in heaven, what will I do when I see him again? Will he be happy for the decisions that I have made in my life?

I saw my very strong father wither away with the cancer and it made me upset. I am so angry with Dow Chemical over A.O. But every time I get angry with them I recall what he said about it, "If its God's will then I will recover if not, I'm going home." "I am my fathers son". I have been told by alot of his friends that I do act like him. I chose the Washington Redskins and my football team because he was a Cowboy fan. I can recall Thanksgiving games when my step-mother was like, Oh no, Dallas vs Washington.

I lost my mother in November 1979 and she was buried in Ft Bliss Texas, my father is now buried with her their. The funeral was weird I didn't cry, still really haven't, just the moments when I hear the songs. The one thing I have missed is that we used to talk about everything and anything, haven't found anybody to talk to here in Korea. I'm not married and no g.f here so today I here just trying to hold it together.

Readers if you have parents, please tell them that you love them. If their is a major problem, get it out in the open. Because if you don't one day you will no longer have the chance. If your like me today and you have somebody in your life, lean on them today, they will be glad that you did. I'm here alone just dong the best I can tonight.

Thanks for listening.
The final cut

Tears In Heaven
by Eric Clapton and Will Jennings

Would you know my name If I saw you in heaven?
Would it be the same If I saw you in heaven?

I must be strong And carry on,
'Cause I know I don't belong
Here in heaven.

Would you hold my hand If I saw you in heaven?
Would you help me stand If I saw you in heaven?

I'll find my way Through night and day,
'Cause I know I just can't stay Here in heaven.

Time can bring you down, Time can bend your knees.
Time can break your heart, Have you begging please, begging please.

Beyond the door, There's peace I'm sure,
And I know there'll be no more Tears in heaven.

Would you know my name If I saw you in heaven?
Would it be the same If I saw you in heaven?

I must be strong And carry on,
'Cause I know I don't belong Here in heaven.

Thursday, July 21, 2005

The final cut


Dance With My Father

Back when I was a child, before life removed all the innocence
My father would lift me high and dance with my mother and me and then
Spin me around 'til I fell asleep
Then up the stairs he would carry me
And I knew for sure I was loved
If I could get another chance, another walk, another dance with him
I'd play a song that would never, ever end
How I'd love, love, love
To dance with my father again
When I and my mother would disagree
To get my way, I would run from her to him
He'd make me laugh just to comfort me
Then finally make me do just what my mama said
Later that night when I was asleep
He left a dollar under my sheet
Never dreamed that he would be gone from me
If I could steal one final glance, one final step, one final dance with him
I'd play a song that would never, ever end
'Cause I'd love, love, love
To dance with my father again
Sometimes I'd listen outside her door
And I'd hear how my mother cried for him
I pray for her even more than me
I pray for her even more than me
I know I'm praying for much too much
But could you send back the only man she loved
I know you don't do it usually
But dear Lord she's dying
To dance with my father again
Every night I fall asleep and this is all I ever dream
If I could steal one final glance, one final step, one final dance with him
I'd play a song that would never, ever end
'Cause I'd love, love, love
To dance with my father again

Artist: Dan Fogelberg
LP/CD: The Innocent Age
Writer: Dan Fogelberg

An only child alone and wild
A cabinet maker’s son
His hands were meant for different work
And his heart was known to none

He left his home and went his lone
And solitary way
And he gave to me a gift I know
I never can repay

A quiet man of music
Denied a simpler fate
He tried to be a soldier once
But his music wouldn’t wait

He earned his love through discipline
A thundering, velvet hand
His gentle means of sculpting souls
Took me years to understand

The leader of the band is tired
And his eyeslink to a non-NIEHS site are growing old
But his blood runs through my instrument
And his song is in my soul

My life has been a poor attempt
To imitate the man
I’m just a living legacy
To the leader of the band

My brothers’ lives were different
For they heard another call
One went to Chicago
And the other to St Paul

And I’m in Colorado
When I’m not in some hotel
Living out this life I’ve chose
And come to know so well

I thank you for the music
And your stories of the road
I thank you for the freedom
When it came my time to go

I thank you for the kindness
And the times when you got tough
And, papa, I don’t think
I said, "I love you" near enough

The leader of the band is tired
And his eyes are growing old
But his blood runs through my instrument
And his song is in my soul

My life has been a poor attempt
To imitate the man
I’m just a living legacy
To the leader of the band

I am the living legacy
To the leader of the band.

The final cut

I received some very sad news today. I heard that an old TV friend had been beamed up by god. Goodbye old friend, you have lived long and prospered.

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Wednesday, July 20, 2005

The final cut

Well this looks like it will be a very different month, the school that I am working at will have an extra summer sessions, so it looks like a little more work. I am looking forward to it.

I have learned one thing while living overseas. I do a lot of things here that I would never do in the USA. For example i have been waiting for sky life to install a dish for the last few days and I have had to wait here. I had a copy of the new Harry Potter and I was like (wth), Ill read it. I was most impressed by the book, I knew that someone close to harry had to die but wow, didn't see that one coming.

Also lately I been watching a few foreign films without subtitiles to try and improve my language skills, its a very slow pace and sad to say I'm not getting better at it. I went and saw a Korean film called "Hevens Soldiers" and I was very impressed to say the least. I'll buy it when Yongsan Station has it for 5000 W.

Im going to be staying down here in Daejeon this weekend. I'll explain later why..

Sunday, July 17, 2005

The final cut

Quiet day yesterday.

Went back to Camp Carroll to do some Xmas shopping (I know its early but can never get a too early start on it) Once again saw somebody from the past and we recalled old times.

Went out to a bar called the cool bar here in Daejeon, it was a nice time and I realized something I am really the only GOP person in this area, the band tried to slam Bush with an REM song, but I like the song, "It the end of the world as we know it".

So I voted for Bush 2x as Texas Governor and 2x as president. I have been insuted by Canadians, Aussies, Qwi's, ect ect.. for my votes but hey this is who I am and I will keep voting for the GOP.

Like I said quiet day yesterday.

Thursday, July 14, 2005

The final cut

Ok, I read it and I still don't believe it. Me and the Korean Times agreeing on an issue. It is sad that it took a stupid protest in Seoul and not the last 2 anti-USFK ones that I have earlier talked about. I have always felt sorry for these young police officers that have to stand and take BS and the Law doesn't do anything to stop them. Like I said, sad that this is what it took. My question is how about the BS from the so called legal ones, of if its anti-USFK, nobody cares?

Demonstrators' Occupation of Street
Law Should Be Strictly Applied to Illegal Protests

A democratic Republic of Korea governed by the rule of law vests the citizens with the constitutional rights to assemble and demonstrate, yet at the same time the supreme law restricts those rights for the sake of national security and social order. Last week, thousands of workers from the nationĂ‚’s top umbrella of trade unions occupied the very heart of Seoul, namely the Kwanghwamun area, to stage their illegal street demonstration.

It was no wonder that the traffic was paralyzed for hours, having caused severe inconvenience and damage to drivers and pedestrians, in the sizzling summer heat. The citizens who were driving in the area or passing by when the demonstrators occupied the street could not but lose their precious time, stranded in their cars or blocked by police lines. How could such an incident happen and be allowed in what should be a lawful country?

Thousands of riot police troops and dozens of police buses sealed the vicinity of the unionists’ demonstrations to prevent possible accidents. Yet, the state police power seemed to have no authority and looked helpless in applying the legal provisions to the workers who were causing citizens pain just in order to act toward their selfish goals. The unionized workers who take to the streets in pursuit of their own interests seem more concerned about harassing others than talking constructively about their demands.

They do not have the slightest right to harass other people and nothing can justify their illegal actions. It is disgusting that they care nothing for how their actions affect their fellow citizens. Even once did the militant union workers think of the pain our young drafted police troops suffered due to their illegal, violent protests under the scorching sun? (how about the abuse to your young drafted police take from anti-USFK protestors?)

Who will compensate for the damage caused by traffic jams as a result of the illegal street protests, namely lost productivity, wasted gasoline in this time of soaring crude prices and worsening air pollution, not to speak of the stress induced by being helplessly stranded in a car? The law enforcement authorities should adopt a tougher policy against illegal demonstrators. Demonstrations should be allowed only in specific areas to prevent the participants from harassing ordinary citizens intentionally or unintentionally. Otherwise the illegal practices must be severely dealt with according to law for the street is the place where people coexist.

Order in the streets is the very barometer of a developed, democratic society and is essential for social and national order. Let our young policemen perform their given duties of fighting crimes and social evils, particularly guarding the nation against possible terrorist attacks. Citizens must not be made to suffer any more from the gridlock caused by the illegal occupation of streets by unionized workers and various special interest groups.

Our citizens are fed up with the shameless strategy these demonstrators use in seizing the streets.

Tuesday, July 12, 2005

The final cut

While I was in Camp Carroll on Sunday, Pyeongtaek was the scene of a riot. I really do not understand why the are protesting and to be honest I have no ideal why the government allows these people to beat up on the young police officers. Then only thing I can guess is that they fear a repeat of A 1980 Kwangju happening again in 2005. I could be very wrong in this guess also.

(see for a BBC version of what happened in 1980 Kwangju)

I was at Yongsan the day of the riots and I was like WTF, The US Army is leaving Seoul by 2008 and moving to Pyeongtaek, Some Pro-North Korean college students atempt to riot and its seen all over the world. Now we get this protest about the troops going to Pyeongtaek and the US Army needing more land. I have also seen a protest about the Korean workers who will loose jobs when the US Army leaves, but it was a very civil protest compared to these two.

So you want the US out of Seoul, you don't want any bigger base in Pyeongtaek, and you don't want to loose any jobs? Catch-22 for the US Big time.

I saw this today on english.chosun and i didn't know if the quote was a joke or he really believed this about the polution.

Pyeongtaek ‘Has No Land for U.S. Troops’
The Defense Ministry and Pyeongtaek residents are locked in escalating tensions over a plan to move U.S. bases to the town. The Defense Ministry plans to secure land for U.S. Forces in Korea scheduled for relocation from Seoul, Uijeongbu and Dongducheon, but locals say their land is not for sale.

The official announcement that the USFK would move its major bases to Pyeongtaek came last August. Under the redeployment plans, a total of 3.49 million pyeong (about 7.68 million square meters) is needed for the new bases -- close to three times the area U.S. bases currently occupy there. The area is to accommodate most of what is now Yongsan Garrison, Combined Forces Command, UN Command and the Second Infantry Division in Uijeongbu and Dongducheon, which will leave behind only a few training facilities. Locals and 135 civic groups have formed a committee to stop base expansion in their area. “We will reject all attempts to forcefully take the land." On Sunday, nearly 10,000 students, residents and members of rights groups took to the streets in a march against base expansion and war on the Korean Peninsula.

Kim Ji-tae, a member of the committee, said, "Living near the U.S. bases, we've suffered for decades from environmental pollution, sound pollution and other things, and now we must surrender even our land?" He vowed the committee would accept no Defense Ministry offer predicated on compensation. A ministry official said that once plans to move U.S. bases to Pyeongtaek were in place, the ministry went to residents, held meetings and set up a mobile counseling center to woo support. That was “sufficient contact with local residents,Ă‚” he said. The committee says none of the meetings attended by locals was conducted properly. Clashes with police during Sunday'’s march left about 100 injured. The Defense Ministry is under pressure to conclude the land purchases since the deadline for handing it over to the U.S. military is the end of the year. There is much concern that as long as the differences in opinion between the two sides continue, tensions in the Pyeongtaek area will worsen.

For move views on Sundays action please go to this link

This should be intresting to watch in the next few years.

Monday, July 11, 2005

The final cut

It was one of those days in Korea where you are like this can only happen in Korea.

Yesterday I returned to a former home of mine. I went back to Camp Carroll, South Korea.

When I joined the US Army back in 1989, I told the Army MEPHS center that I wanted to go to Korea for my first duty assignment and they gave it to me. I was told by my Drill Sgts. that, since I'm 6'4 (1.93 Meters) that I would be going to the DMZ area and they helped me memorize the camps of the 2 ID. So imagine my surprise when I get to Korea and they tell me that I am going to Camp Carroll. I had not a clue where Waegwan was and the only reason I recalled was that it was close to Taegu.

So I get their from May 1990 and I do not leave until Aug 1991. It was my first duty assigment and it was A very different one to say the lease.

I have been putting off going back their for various reasons and to be honest I'm still not sure why I was dreading going back, but I'm glad that I did.

I took a taxi to gate 4 from the train station and it was like memories from the past came back real fast, I was recalling all of the nights that I has guarded this gate and all of my MP friends and what we did and didn't do here. I walked around for a few minutes and I saw the old store where I used to get my hats and other Korean items from and It was the same guy their that sold me my hats along time ago. We talked and he updated me on a person from the 260th MP Co. I will go back and start to buy more clothes from him.

Then it got intresting.

I was walking down and I saw that their was a bar open, and it was about 3pm and i wanted an OB. So I walk in their and get a beer and I'm looking at this person and it was like ok you look familar and the reason he did was because we were both MP's together in 1995-96 in Ft Sill Oklahoma. We talked for awhile and I was like, ok this is strange..

Nope, it got even stranger.

An older man walked into the club and i was like Sgt... He looked shocked because nobody had called him that in years and he looked at me and he didnt at first recall my face but he did my name. He was my first Platoon Sgt here in Camp Carroll Korea. After we started talking the more he remembered me. To be honest my first few months in the Army I was not the best soldier at all To be more honest I was a screw up. I just couldn't do anything right for the longest time. He said you always seemed to be in trouble, I saw alot of him my first few months in his office. We were talking about my first inspection and I so fouled that up, he told me that the SGM (Sergeant Major) chewed my ass, his and stopped the inspection after that. We rememebred people that we were stationed with and caught up on a lot of things.

Then I left and had dinner at one of the ville restaurants and it was just as i remembered the food tasting then.

It was good to go home again, I'll go back next month again.
The final cut

Well the LA Times has done a great job with the articles on North Korea and this one is no different.

Trading Ideals for Sustenance
# Hunger is driving North Koreans to capitalistic enterprises and weakening the communist regime's iron grip.

By Barbara Demick, Times Staff Writer

For most of her life, Kim Hui Suk had spouted the sayings of North Korea's founder Kim Il Sung and never for a moment harbored a doubt: Capitalists were the enemy. Individualism was evil. But then disaster rained down on her hometown, Chongjin, on North Korea's remote east coast. Factories ran out of fuel. Food rations stopped. Watching her family slowly succumb to the famine — her mother-in-law, husband and son eventually would die of starvation — Kim realized she had to change.

Once a stickler for following the rules, she bribed a bureaucrat so she could sell her apartment. Then, with no business skills other than the ability to calculate on an abacus, she used the proceeds of the sale to set herself up in a black market business, hawking biscuits and moonshine she brewed from corn. Kim could have been sent away for life for such crimes. But obeying the rules would have meant a death sentence. "The simple and kind-hearted people who did what they were told — they were the first to die of starvation," said Kim, a soft-spoken grandmother who now lives in South Korea and has adopted a new name to protect family members still in the North.

The famine that killed 2 million North Koreans in the mid-1990s and the death of the nation's founder, Kim Il Sung, in 1994 sparked vast changes across the secretive communist country. Markets are springing up in the shadows of abandoned factories, foreign influences are breaching the borders, inflation is soaring and corruption is rampant. A small nouveau riche class has emerged, even as a far larger group has been forced to trade away everything for food. This is the picture of life in North Korea as painted by more than 30 people from Chongjin, the nation's thirdlargest city. Some are defectors living in South Korea. Others were interviewed in China, which they had entered illegally to work or beg. Accounts of aid workers and videos taken illegally in Chongjin by disgruntled residents were also used to prepare this report.

Although the North Korean regime has a reputation as the ultimate Big Brother, people from Chongjin say the public pays less and less heed to what the government says. There is little that might be called political dissent, but residents describe a pervasive sense of disillusionment that remains largely unspoken. "People are not stupid. Everybody thinks our own government is to blame for our terrible situation," said a 39-year-old coal miner from Chongjin who was interviewed late last year during a visit to China. "We all know we think that, and we all know everybody else thinks that. We don't need to talk about it." Kim Sun Bok, a 32-year-old former factory worker who came to South Korea last summer, said the country was "changing incredibly." "It is not the same old North Korea anymore except in name."

Just a decade ago, when people in Chongjin needed new trousers, they had to go to government-owned stores that sold items mostly in drab browns or a dull shade of indigo. Food and other necessities were rationed. Sometimes the government permitted the sale of home-grown vegetables, but even a hairbrush was supposed to be purchased from a state-run shop. Today, people can shop at markets all over Chongjin, the result of a burst of entrepreneurship grudgingly allowed by the authorities. Almost anything can be purchased — ice cream bars from China, pirated DVDs, cars, Bibles, computers, real estate and sex — for those who can afford the high prices. The retail mecca is Sunam market, a wood-frame structure with a corrugated tin roof that is squeezed between two derelict factories.

The aisles brim with fresh cucumbers, tomatoes, peaches, scallions, watermelons and cabbage, as shown by rare video footage taken last year by the Osaka, Japan-based human rights group Rescue the North Korean People. Everything else comes from China: belts, shoes, umbrellas, notebooks, plates, aluminum pots, knives, shovels, toy cars, detergents, shampoos, lotions, hand creams and makeup. Each of Chongjin's seven administrative districts has a state-sanctioned market. Sunam, the city's largest, is expanding, and some say it has a wider variety of goods than the main market in Pyongyang. Many vendors wear their licenses pinned to their right breasts while the obligatory Kim Il Sung buttons remain over the heart.

Although markets have been expanding for more than a decade, it was only in 2002 and '03 that the government enacted economic reforms that lifted some of the prohibitions against them. Most of the vendors are older women such as Kim Hui Suk, a tiny 60-year-old with short, permed hair and immaculate clothing. She was working in the day-care center of a textile factory in the early 1990s when production ground to a halt. Men were ordered to stay in their jobs, but Workers' Party cadres at the factory started whispering that the married women, or ajumas, ought to moonlight to provide for their families. "It was clear that the ajumas had to go out and earn money or the family would starve," Kim said.

She first tried to raise pigs, locking them in a shed outside her downtown apartment building and feeding them slop left over from making tofu. But the electricity and water were too unreliable to keep the business going. In 1995, Kim sold her apartment in the choice Shinam district and bought a cheaper one, hoping to use the proceeds to import rice from the countryside. But that too failed when she injured her back and couldn't work. The family's situation became dire. Her husband's employer, a provincial radio station, stopped paying salaries, and food distribution ended. In 1996, her mother-in-law died of starvation, and her husband the following year.

"First he got really, really thin and then bloated. His last words to me were, 'Let's get a bottle of wine, go to a restaurant and enjoy ourselves,' " Kim recalled. "I felt bad that I couldn't fulfill his last wish." In 1998, Kim's 26-year-old son, who had been a wrestler and gymnast, grew weak from hunger and contracted pneumonia. A shot of penicillin from the market would have cost 40 won, the same price as enough corn powder to feed herself and her three daughters for a week. She opted for the corn and watched her son succumb to the infection. But Kim did not give up. She swapped apartments again and used the money to start another business, this time baking biscuits and neungju, a potent corn moonshine. If buyers didn't have cash, she would accept chile powder or anything else she could use.

"We made just enough to put food on the table," said Kim. Much of Chongjin's commerce is still not officially sanctioned, so it has an impromptu quality. Money changes hands over wooden carts that can be rolled away in a hurry. Those who can't afford carts sell on tarpaulins laid out in the dirt. Fashion boutiques are slapped together with poles and clotheslines, enlivening the monochromatic landscape with garish pinks and paisleys. Some clothes have the labels ripped out and vendors whisper that these items came from araet dongne or the "village below," a euphemism for South Korea, whose products are illegal in the North. Shoppers can buy 88-pound sacks of rice emblazoned with U.S. flags, and biscuits and corn noodles produced by three factories in Chongjin run by the U.N. World Food Program — all intended to be humanitarian handouts.

Some people cut hair or repair bicycles, though furtively because these jobs are supposed to be controlled by the government's Convenience Bureau.
"They will bring a chair and mirror to the market to cut hair," Kim said. "The police can come at any moment, arrest them and confiscate their scissors." Another new business is a computer salon. It looks like an Internet cafe, but because there's no access to the Web in North Korea, it is used mostly by teenagers to play video games. More products are available, but inflation puts them out of reach for most people. The price of rice has increased nearly eightfold since the economic reforms of 2002 to 525 won per pound; an average worker earns 2,500 won a month — about $1 at the unofficial exchange rate.

World Food Program officials in North Korea say the vast majority of the population is less well off since the economic changes, especially factory workers, civil servants, retirees and anybody else on a fixed income. But there are those who have gotten rich. Poor Chongjin residents disparage them as donbulrae, or money insects. "There are people who started trading early and figured out the ropes," said a 64-year-old retired math teacher who sells rabbits at the market. "But those of us who were loyal and believed in the state, we are the ones who are suffering." If Chongjin's economic center is Sunam market, its political heart is Pohang Square, a vast plaza dominated by a 25-foot bronze statue of Kim Il Sung.

The grass here is neatly mowed, the shrubbery pruned and the pavement in good repair. Even when the rest of the city is without electricity, the statue is bathed in light. Across the street, a tidy pink building houses a permanent exhibit of the national flower, a hybrid begonia called Kimjongilia, named for current leader Kim Jong Il. Since the practice of religion is barred, Pohang Square stands in as a spiritual center. Newlyweds in their best clothes pose for pictures, bowing to the statue so that their union is symbolically blessed. When Kim Il Sung died on July 8, 1994, half a million people came to Pohang Square to pay their respects in the pouring rain and stifling heat. But among the adoring multitudes, there were malcontents.

One was Ok Hui, the eldest daughter of entrepreneur Kim Hui Suk. Though she dutifully took her place in the throng, any sadness she felt came from a foreboding that Kim Jong Il would be worse than his father. "I went day and night along with everybody else. You had to…. But there were no tears coming from my eyes," recalled Ok Hui, now 39, who did not want her family name published. Ok Hui worked for a construction company's propaganda unit, a job that entailed riding around in a truck with a megaphone, exhorting workers to do their best for the fatherland. But she didn't believe what she preached.

Her father had taught her to doubt the regime. As a reporter and member of the Workers' Party, he knew more about the outside world than many people and realized how far North Korea lagged behind South Korea and China. "He and his friends would stay up at night when my mother was out, talking about what a thief Kim Jong Il was," Ok Hui said. Her mother, though, remained a firm believer. "I lived only for the marshal. I never had a thought otherwise," said Kim Hui Suk. "Even when my husband and son died, I thought it was my fault." Ok Hui and her mother frequently clashed. "Why did you give birth to me in this horrible country?" Ok Hui remembers taunting her mother. "Shut up! You're a traitor to your country!" Kim retorted. "Whom do you love more? Kim Jong Il or me?" her daughter shot back.

The regime was probably less beloved in Chongjin than elsewhere in North Korea. Food had run out in its province, North Hamgyong, earlier than in other areas, and starvation rates were among the highest in the nation. Chongjin's people are reputed to be the most independent-minded in North Korea. One famous report of unrest centers on the city. In 1995, senior officers from the 6th army corps in Chongjin were executed for disloyalty and the entire unit, estimated at 40,000 men, was disbanded. It is still unclear whether the incident was an attempted uprising or a corruption case.

Chongjin is known for its vicious gang wars, and it was sometimes difficult to distinguish political unrest from ordinary crime. There were increasing incidents of theft and insubordination. At factories, desperate workers dismantled machinery or stripped away copper wiring to sell for food. Public executions by firing squad were held outside Sunam market and on the lawn of the youth park, once a popular lover's lane. In a village called Ihyon-ri on the outskirts of Chongjin, a gang suspected of anti-government activities killed a national security agent who had tried to infiltrate the group, former kindergarten teacher Seo Kyong Hui said. "This guy was from my village. He had been sent to inform on a group that was engaged in suspicious activities," she said. "They caught him and stoned him to death."

Work crews went out early in the morning to wash away any anti-regime graffiti painted overnight, according to human rights groups, but most people were too scared to express their discontent. Badmouthing the leadership is still considered blasphemy. To discourage anti-regime activity, North Korea punishes "political crimes" by banishing entire families to remote areas or labor camps. "If you have one life to live, you would gladly give it to overthrow this government," said Seo, the teacher. "But you are not the only one getting punished. Your family will go through hell." Even as Kim Jong Il's regime weakens, many of its stalwarts are growing richer. Many of Chongjin's well-to-do are members of the Workers' Party or are connected to the military or security services. In the new economy, they use their ties to power to trade with China, obtain market licenses, extract bribes and sell bureaucratic favors.

"Those who have power in North Korea always figure out ways to make money," said Joo Sung Ha, 31, who grew up in Chongjin and now works as a journalist in Seoul. Joo was the pampered only son of a prominent official, and his family lived in Shinam, in the city's northern hills overlooking the ocean. By the standards of South Korea or China, the single-family homes with lines of fish and squid drying from the roofs are nothing special. But for North Koreans, these are mansions. The Joo family had a 2,000-square-foot cement-block house and a walled garden about twice that large. The garden proved crucial in protecting the family against the famine, though they had to contend with hungry soldiers who would scale the walls and steal potatoes and cabbages. North Korean families like to measure their status by the number of wardrobes they own, and Joo's family had five — plus a television, a refrigerator, a tape recorder, a sewing machine, an electric fan and a camera. They didn't have a phone or a car — at that time those were unthinkable even for a well-off family — but they did have a bicycle.

"The appliances were of no use after the electricity ran out," Joo said. "The bicycle was the most important thing, because the buses and trams stopped running." Joo attended the best elementary school in Chongjin, the city's foreign language institute, and eventually the country's top school, Kim Il Sung University in Pyongyang. He never met a native English speaker in the North, or any foreigner for that matter, but he trained his ear with videotapes of the BBC and banned Hollywood films. "I sometimes watched 'Gone With the Wind' twice a day. Anybody else would have been arrested for watching Hollywood movies," he recalled. Joo's glimpses of Western culture eroded his loyalty to the system. "I saw myself 20 years down the road in the prime of my career and North Korea would be collapsing," he said.

While many of his classmates went to work for the regime's propaganda news service after graduating, Joo arranged to return to Chongjin, where he taught high school until he escaped in 2001. "The people from our neighborhood couldn't understand," said Joo, who stays in contact with his family. "They thought I had everything." Kim Hye Young, an actress, was also a child of privilege. Her father, Kim Du Seon, was an official of a trading company that sold mushrooms and fish in China. He learned how to navigate the bureaucracy, using his connections with the army and security services. "If one of [the officials] had a wedding in the family, they would come to me for a couple of cases of wine," the older Kim said.

As trade with China became more important, the family prospered. They took drives in a company car and ate at Chongjin's nicest restaurant. Growing up, Kim showed a flair for theater, and through her acting became a member of the elite in her own right. Her best-known role was in a play called "The Strong and the Righteous," in which she portrayed a spy who sacrifices her life for North Korea. When the production won first place in a Pyongyang drama festival in 1996, she got to meet Kim Jong Il. Still breathless with the memory, she said the leader shook her hand and gave her a fountain pen. "I knew that I, as an actress, had an important role to promote the ideology of my country," Kim said.

Kim and her sisters were largely oblivious to the famine, and their mother said she took pains to shelter them. "My daughters don't know to this day how many children in our neighborhood starved to death," said her mother, Choe Geum Lan. She also didn't tell them that their father, as a result of his business trips to China, had become increasingly pessimistic about North Korea's future. In 1998, when Kim was home from Pyongyang on vacation, her parents told her the family was going to visit an aunt in Musan, a city near the Chinese border. It was not until they had crossed to the other side that Kim and her teenage sisters, were told they had defected. Kim, now 29 and advertising toothpaste on South Korean television, is one of the few defectors who says she didn't want to leave. "I was content with my life," she said.

Today, North Korea's elites are even better off, buying telephones for their homes and even cars. "For $4,000 or $5,000, anybody can buy a car now. It used to be that you weren't allowed to register your own car. We couldn't dream of it," said Kim Yong Il, a defector from Chongjin who lives in Seoul. Recently, he arranged to have a computer smuggled from China to his relatives in Chongjin. North Korea's state-run companies don't have computers, so they're eager to hire people who do. "If you have a computer, you can get a job," he said. Visitors have been shocked to glimpse the new conspicuous consumption in Chongjin.

Jeung Young Tai, a South Korean academic who was in Chongjin delivering South Korean government aid, noticed a paunchy man standing in front of the Chonmasan Hotel next to a new Lexus. And at a hot spring in Kyongsong, on the city's outskirts, he saw a woman carrying a lap dog — a striking sight in a country where there is so little food that the only pets usually are goldfish. "You get the sense that there is a tremendous gap between rich and poor and that the gap is growing," Jeung said.

The flip side, of course, is that the poor are getting poorer. In Chongjin, those at the very bottom of the heap can be found at the train station. The cavernous building boasts a large portrait of Kim Il Sung above the entrance and a granite-faced clock that rarely tells the right time. In front is a vast plaza crammed with people waiting for trains — sometimes for days, because the trains have no fixed schedules — and people waiting for nothing at all. These are the homeless, many of them children. They're called kotchebi, or swallows, because they wander the streets and sometimes between towns in search of food. Many gravitate to Chongjin station, because it is a major hub and the travelers have more to give.

A video shot last year by a military official and sold to Japan's NTV television captured barefoot children near the station in torn, filthy clothing fighting over a nearly empty jar of kimchi. One boy scooted along the pavement on his buttocks; the narrator said his toes had been eaten away by frostbite. Kim Hyok knows how easy it is for a child to end up at the station; he spent the better part of two years living there. "If you can't find somebody or they left their home, chances are you can find them at the station," said Kim, now 23 and resettled in South Korea.

Kim's mother died when he was a toddler, and he was raised by his father, a party member and an employee of a military unit that sold fish in China. During his early childhood, Kim, his father and elder brother lived in relative comfort in a high-rise apartment in the Sunam district. When the government stopped handing out rations in 1993, Kim's father used his connections to place his sons in an orphanage 60 miles away. Kim, who was about 12 at the time, wasn't sorry to be sent away. It was considered a privilege because the orphanages had food. In 1997, just before his 16th birthday, Kim "graduated" from the orphanage. He caught a train back to Chongjin, but when he got to his neighborhood, things looked unfamiliar. The electricity was off. Many apartment buildings had no glass in the windows and appeared vacant.

Climbing the eight flights in pitch dark to his family's unit, he heard a baby crying and wondered whose it might be. Confused and scared, he knocked on the door. A young couple opened the door and told him his father had moved long ago but left a message: Look for him at the train station. The phenomenon of vagrancy is testament to how much North Korea has changed. Before the famine, the government controlled people's movements so strictly that they could not dream of visiting a relative in a nearby town without a travel permit, let alone selling their homes. Not showing up for work could bring a visit from police. But as people embarked on increasingly desperate hunts for food, families broke apart. With few telephones and a barely functional postal service, parents and children became separated.

"People just started wandering around because they were hungry," Kim said. "They would sell their apartments for a few bags of rice."
Kim never found his father. He also never found his brother, who had left the orphanage a year earlier. With no place to go, Kim ended up at the train station. By night, he slept squeezed into a narrow space designed for a sliding iron gate. By day, he loitered near the food vendors on the plaza. He often worked with a gang of other kids — a few would topple a vendor's cart and the others would scoop up whatever spilled.

"If you're not fast, you can't eat," said Kim, who even today in South Korea bears the signs of chronic malnutrition, with a head that looks oversized on a shockingly short frame. Kim began hopping the slow-moving trains that pass through Chongjin on their way to the Chinese border. Once on board, Kim would scramble up to the top of a car, flatten himself to avoid the electric lines above and, using his pack as a pillow, ride for hours. At the border, he would wade across the river to hawk the items in his pack: household goods on consignment from Chongjin residents, who were selling off their possessions.

In 1998, Kim was arrested by Chinese authorities, who do not recognize North Koreans as refugees. He was sent back to North Korea and spent two years in a prison camp before escaping again in 2000 to China, where he was eventually taken in by missionaries and brought to South Korea. For every homeless person who survived, many more likely died. Kim Hui Suk recalled a particularly ghoulish scene at the train station. "Once I saw them loading three bodies into a cart," Kim said. "One guy, a man in his 40s, was still conscious. His eyes were sort of blinking, but they still were taking him away." Although the ranks of the homeless have thinned since the height of the famine, North Korean residents say their numbers are still considerable. "If somebody disappears, you don't know whether he dropped dead on the road or went to China," the coal miner said.

About 100,000 North Koreans have escaped to China in the last 10 years. Many have ended up returning to North Korea, either because they were deported or because they missed their families. They often back bring money, goods to trade and strange new ideas. Smugglers carry chests that can hold up to 1,000 pirated DVDs. South Korean soap operas, movies about the Korean War and Hollywood action films are among the most popular. Even pornography is making its way in. This is a radical change for a country so prudish that until recently women were not permitted to ride bicycles because it was thought too provocative. Seo Kyong Hui, the kindergarten teacher, said that when she left North Korea in 1998, "I was 26 years old, and I still didn't know how a baby was conceived."

Even today, women are prohibited from wearing short skirts or sleeveless shirts, and both sexes are forbidden to wear blue jeans. Infractions bring rebukes from the public standards police. But it is a losing battle to maintain what used to be a hermetic seal around the country. Just a few years ago, ordinary North Koreans could make telephone calls only from post offices. Dialing abroad was virtually impossible. Now some people carry Chinese cellphones and pay for rides to the border to pick up a signal and call overseas. Smugglers also bring in cheap Chinese radios. Unlike North Korean radios, which are preset to government channels, the Chinese models can be tuned to anything, even South Korean programs or the Korean-language broadcasts of Radio Free Asia.

In the past, being caught with such contraband would land a person in political prison. Nowadays, security personnel will more likely confiscate the illicit item for personal use. When a policeman caught Ok Hui, the entrepreneur's daughter, with a Chinese radio in 2001, the first question he asked was, "So how do you work this thing?" She wrote down the frequencies for South Korean radio stations. "Don't you have earphones so you can listen without anybody hearing you?" the officer then demanded.

North Korea instructs its citizens that the country is a socialist paradise, but the government knows outside influences can puncture its carefully crafted illusions. "Bourgeois anti-communist ideology is paralyzing the people's sound mind-set," warns a Workers' Party document dated April 2005. "If we allow ourselves to be affected by these novel ideas, our absolute idolization for the marshal [Kim Il Sung] will disappear." Among those who make it to China, many describe a moment of epiphany when they find out just how bad off North Koreans are.

Kim Ji Eun, a doctor from Chongjin, remembers wading across the partially frozen Tumen River in March 1999, staggering to a Chinese farmhouse and seeing a dish of white rice and meat set out in a courtyard. "I couldn't figure it out at first. I thought maybe it was for refrigeration," recalled Kim, who now lives in South Korea. "Then I realized that dogs in China live better than even party members in North Korea." Many Chongjin residents who are caught trying to flee the country end up back in the city, behind the barbed wire of Nongpo Detention Center.

It sits near the railroad tracks in a swampy waterfront area. Prisoners are assigned back-breaking jobs in the nearby rice paddies or brick factory, where the workday begins at 5 a.m. Ok Hui was one of those who served time in Nongpo. A rebel by nature, she had become fed up with North Korea and a difficult marriage. In September 2001, during one of several failed attempts to escape, she was arrested in Musan and brought back to Chongjin by train. Guards tied the female prisoners to one another by tightly winding shoelaces around their thumbs.

In Nongpo, the inmates bunked in rows of 10, squeezed so tightly together that they had to sleep on their sides. Newcomers sometimes had to bed down in the corridor near overflowing toilets. Meals consisted of a thin, salty soup, sometimes supplemented by a few kernels of raw corn or a chunk of uncooked potato. "The walls were very high and surrounded by wire," Ok Hui said. "One woman tried to climb the wall. They beat her almost to death. You can't imagine. They made us stand and watch." One day, when she was assigned to work in the fields, she spotted an old woman. She took off her underwear and offered it to the woman in exchange for sending a message to her mother. Underwear is scarce in North Korea, so the woman accepted and agreed to send a telegram to Ok Hui's mother.

With her market earnings, Kim Hui Suk bought 10 packs of cigarettes for a security official to arrange her daughter's release. Some days later, the prison administrator came to talk to Ok Hui and other female prisoners who were picking corn. They were all due to be freed shortly, and the administrator urged them to resist the temptations of capitalism and imperialism, and to devote themselves to North Korea.

Then, he asked for a show of hands: Who would promise not to run away again to China? Not a single woman raised her arm. "We were all just thinking that our whole lives we had been told lies," Ok Hui recalled. "Our whole lives, in fact, were lies. We just felt this immense rage toward the system." The prison administrator looked at the women squatting sullenly in silence in the cornfield. "Well," he said, "if you go again to China, next time don't get caught."

Forty days after her release, Ok Hui escaped again to China and made her way to South Korea. She used $8,000 in resettlement money from South Korea's government to pay a broker to smuggle her mother out of North Korea. Today Ok Hui works in a funeral home and her mother as a housekeeper.


Jinna Park of The Times' Seoul Bureau contributed to this report.

Saturday, July 09, 2005

The final cut

For those who know me and have heard my political discussion have heard me say many times that I am Pro-War and if the US Army recalls me, I go. I am a history major and I have seen appeasement never work and now we get these cowards who use their god to justify murder. I was trying to decide how to write this when i came upon the by a man by the name of Jason G. Williscroft. I could not say this any better than this man did. If they did kill the US Soldier in Afghanistan by behedding then they have told us how to treat them when we capture them. Where is the protest from the ACLU, Amenist International and others who whine if the US does anything wrong. I'm wating ACLU....

And there you have it.

The world has two stark choices: appeasement, or combat. The animals who did this, who killed hundreds in Madrid, who killed thousands on 9/11... those animals will not stop killing until they get their way. Their way is a return to the Dark Ages, to rule by cynically superstitious thugs rather than rule by law, and is not to be tolerated by any member of any civilized society, anywhere on Earth.

The animals who will undertake such action are not interested in soft words, except inasmuch as they distract the speaker and further their own interests. Compromise is not an option, because the essence of compromise is good faith, and--as the above photo demonstrates--these animals have none. So far as humanity is a consequence of civilization, the perpetrators of such acts are no more human than a pig rutting in a pool of its own excrement.

(It's the best I could do at short notice... I hope any actual swine among my readership will allow for my agitation and forgive any insult implied by the comparison.)

Violence must ultimately be met with violence. A person who believes otherwise is living in a fantasy world. That the United States has elected to meet these animals in a venue of our own choosing instead of one of theirs is just good sense.

So here's a news flash for the denizens of Paris, Berlin, and every other city whose residents seem to believe that coddling terrorists while spurning the few powers with the will to face the problem constitutes a sustainable solution: you're next...

... Because that's just what happens when the lamb invites the wolf in for an afternoon snack.

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The final cut

To Fallen Heroes. An ex navy seal wrote this, damn near had me crying as well..

Warrior Souls – In Memory of Our Fallen Mates
By Mark Divine

We imagine the reconnaissance team getting over-run on the ground in a hail of bullets after being compromised by a goat, or dog. It is bitter cold and snowing on the Afghanistan – Pakistan border. The four man team has been there for 3 days after intelligence indicated a gathering of Al-Queda and Taliban fighters in the region. The team scampers out of their hide site when spotted and scrambles with all they have in them up the side of the rugged mountain. The OIC grabs the handset of the radio and keys his mike…”Bravo One, Bravo One, this is Bravo Three, over. Bravo Three, this is Bravo One, send your traffic. Bravo One we are taking effective fire, I say again, we are taking effective fire. Request immediate support. Over.” The voice is tense, but controlled. The distinct sound of incoming rounds – like branches of a tree snapping – is heard. Then nothing more.

The Quick Reaction Force (QRF) is launched – comprised of US Navy SEALs from an East Coast SEAL Team and an Army Special Operations transport Helo Squadron (MH-47’s). Three birds are launched. 45 minutes after the call they are nearing the drop zone and start taking fire themselves. One bird is hit with a shoulder fired RPG. Lucky hit. The helo limps for a mile, then collides into the side of the unforgiving mountain. It slides, end-over end, to the bottom of the ravine. 17 of America’s finest SEAL and Air commandos are gone, forever.

It could have been me, I think. But then, that was years ago. But I play it over and over in my mind – what it must have felt like – to each man.

The fear. The pain. The intense anger at this injustice. Their families will miss them terribly. It was not supposed to happen to them – not here, not now. NOT ME! Their thoughts spin out of control along with the dying helicopter. Then it is over.

Soon…17 warrior souls are seeing each other for the first time – with questioning eyes…whoa. What now? They see their physical bodies in the wreckage – but they are still here. Is this what death is? They are motionless, unsure, seeking answers. A light shines above them, and an angel comes down to them – beckoning them to come. The angel is dressed in a WWI style infantryman’s uniform. He tells them, without words, not to worry. Warriors take care of their own in Heaven, he says. They have been expected, and there is a big reception planned. He asks if they would like to visit their loved one’s before going to Heaven. They all say yes. The angel takes them instantly to their homes – where word of the tragedy has not yet reached. They see their wives and children sleeping, playing. They see their parents, friends, and teammates. They tell them not to worry, for they are going to a safe place. They pray that their loved ones will understand that life is fleeting, and that death is part of the warrior’s path. Do not grieve us they say…we died an honorable death. Honor our memory. Tell our story. Teach our children how to live with dignity and honor. Teach our teammates how to live well, and die honorably. Mourn us for a time, but then celebrate our lives.

The words settle into the hearts of their loved ones, providing comfort. An uncanny feeling comes over them that they are not alone. Later, the loved ones smile through their tears – knowing intuitively that their warrior is in a good place.

Tears also run down my cheek as I write these words. So sad. So many young men and women dying for a cause they do not understand fully. But they are not alone. Every generation and every culture has warriors. It is the warrior souls that have given us the freedom to read these words, and live in comfort. We owe them a debt of gratitude that is almost indescribable. Warrior Souls - they do not question the why, but serve honorably, and die.

God Bless them all.

Mark Divine is a former Navy SEAL officer. He founded to provide news and information about the SEALs and other Special Operations Forces, as well as assist recruiting efforts.He is CEO of US Tactical, Inc.

Thursday, July 07, 2005

The final cut

Four London Blasts Kill 45, Injure 300

AP - 16 minutes ago

LONDON - Three explosions rocked the London subway and one tore open a packed double-decker bus during the morning rush hour Thursday. The blasts killed at least 45, according to a U.S. law enforcement official, and injured more than 300 in what a shaken Prime Minister Tony Blair called a series of "barbaric" terrorist attacks. The U.S. official spoke on condition of anonymity because British officials have yet to make public the death toll. U.S. authorities learned of the number from their British counterparts, according to the official.

Blair said the "terrorist attacks" were clearly designed to coincide with the opening of the G-8 summit in Gleneagles, Scotland. They also came a day after London won the bid to host the 2012 Olympics. The explosions hit three subway stations and a double-decker bus in rapid succession between 8:30 and 9:30 a.m. Implementing an emergency plan, authorities immediately shut down the subway and bus lines that log 8.4 million passenger trips every weekday. It brought the city's transportation system to a standstill and left many central London streets deserted.

And people wonder why I am so pro-war, As of now this is being claimed by, "The Secret Organization of al-Qaida in Europe". True cowards who believe if they die they will have 60+ virgins or whatever. This is why I say good men of the world unite, or be damned for what we will gain by doing nothing.

As a comment, It now looks like any good planed from this weekends concerts is now gone. Congrats Al-Qaida you may have now made Africa mad, but I doubt it. To the moderate Arabs who condem these groups, when will you do more than condem them and attempt to stop them. As we have so heard they eyes of the world are watching you, well we're watching and we are waiting.

Tuesday, July 05, 2005

Wow is all can I say. I was reading the newspapers that I usually read online when I saw this on the It shook and scared me, if these are the people in charge the question of will war come has now been replaced of when it will come. My question is where is the money going that the so called aid is at? Let me guess the NK Army?

Glimpses of a Hermit Nation
# A decade after a massive famine, North Koreans are still struggling. In Chongjin, deprivation spurs change. First of two parts

By Barbara Demick, Times Staff Writer

His day begins at 4:30 a.m. The 64-year-old retired math teacher doesn't own a clock or even a watch, but the internal alarm that has kept him alive while so many of his fellow North Koreans have starved to death tells him he had better get out to pick grass if his family is to survive. Soon the streets of his city, Chongjin, will be swarming with others doing the same. Some cook the grass to eat. The teacher feeds it to the rabbits his family sells at the market. At 10 a.m., he eats a modest meal of corn porridge. A late breakfast is best as it allows him and his wife to skip lunch. Then he goes with a hand cart to collect firewood. He has to walk two hours from Chongjin, mostly uphill, to find a patch that has not been stripped bare of vegetation. "There is no time for rest. If you stand still, you will not survive," said the teacher, a lean, soft-spoken man with salt-and-pepper hair who could be described as elegant if not for his threadbare trousers and his fingernails, as gnarled as oyster shells from chronic malnutrition. Later, if it is one of the rare evenings when there is electricity, he might indulge in reading Tolstoy. More often than not, he collapses for a few hours of sleep before the routine is replayed for yet another day. Such is the quest for survival in North Korea, an impoverished country that is the most closed in the world.

Although North Korea's pursuit of nuclear weapons has captured the world's attention, outsiders know relatively little about its people or the miseries they have endured since a famine in the mid-1990s wiped out an estimated 2 million people. In the rare instances in which foreigners are admitted to the totalitarian country, it is on strictly escorted tours of the capital, Pyongyang, and a few other carefully selected sites. To penetrate the secrecy, the Los Angeles Times spoke in China and South Korea with more than 30 people from Chongjin, North Korea's third-largest city. Their stories, along with hours of surreptitiously shot video, present a portrait of the city and of daily life in a nation struggling with deprivation and change. Most of the factories in Chongjin, a former industrial port, are rusting into ruin. Those still operating can barely pay salaries; the average worker's wage amounts to $1 per month at current exchange rates. Even with international aid, many people go to bed wondering whether they will eat the next day. Residents, along with officials of the United Nations World Food Program, say food shortages have grown worse again in the last year. "Maybe people are not dying today out in the streets like they were before," said a coal miner who lives in Chongjin, "but they are still dying — just quietly in their homes." The prolonged hardship has left North Koreans increasingly disillusioned with leader Kim Jong Il and the ideology of national self-reliance that once held the nation together. People say the regime has less and less control. With corruption running rampant, the state is no longer solely in charge of commerce. People hustle to sell anything they can — prohibited videos of South Korean soap operas, real estate and official travel documents. In this free-for-all, some people have prospered. Many more are just a step ahead of starvation. Like the retired math teacher, many of the people interviewed are Chongjin residents who have slipped into China temporarily to work or beg. Others are defectors who live in South Korea.
They may have prejudices. Current residents may minimize their difficulties out of lingering loyalty to their country. Some refuse to be quoted by name, fearing that they or their family members in North Korea might be punished — unauthorized contact with foreigners is a serious crime in North Korea. Defectors are often bitter, sometimes recalling only the darkest aspects of their lives in North Korea, and may exaggerate hardships to win sympathy. To a great degree, however, their stories are supported by the few foreigners who have visited the area. And their reminiscences overlap.

The retired math teacher, a well-spoken man who seems like he should be on a college campus, receives a monthly pension of 700 won, about 30 cents at the unofficial exchange rate. It is not even enough to buy 2 pounds of rice. Although his wife, son and daughter-in-law work as hard as he does, the teacher's family survives on various "substitute" foods, mainly ground corn — not corn meal, but a powder made from the entire plant, including husks, cobs, stems and leaves. "We fry it like pancakes, we make it into cakes. We drop it in water like noodles," said the teacher, who cried unabashedly as he described his life in Chongjin. "We try to cook it this way or that, but it still gives you indigestion." At first glance, visitors say, Chongjin almost looks like a pleasant place to live. The coastline in this remote northeastern stretch of the country is as rugged as Maine's, the ocean waters a vivid aquamarine. Although Chongjin is only 275 miles from the capital as the crow flies, the journey takes three days by car, or about 27 hours by train. Most visitors arrive from the south on a treacherous dirt road that twists around the mountains girding the city of 600,000.
On the outskirts of Chongjin, the road widens into a boulevard lined with trees, a video taken by a visitor in 2001 shows. But newcomers soon sense something strange: In a city nearly as populous as Boston, there are almost no personal cars, only military and government vehicles. The roadway is so empty that schoolchildren stroll blithely down the middle. Power lines are strung overhead for trams, which run infrequently and are so crowded that people hang off the back. Even bicycles are a luxury, so most people walk, often with improbably large bundles on their backs. Since there are no taxis, some people make hand carts and hire themselves out as porters. They wait at the roadside for customers. Many are homeless, so at night they sleep on their carts. There are other oddities. The upper floors of an 18-story apartment building along the main boulevard are unoccupied because there are no elevators. There is a zoo, but it has no animals. There's hardly any garbage because there is too little to go to waste. Women have set up makeshift eateries on vacant lots, ladling out soup cooked over charcoal stoves, using hand-cranked blowers on the fires. Customers eat squatting at tables fashioned from wood planks propped on buckets. Nowadays, Chongjin is not the worst-off place in North Korea, because its proximity to the Chinese border, 50 miles away, offers access to consumer products. Its markets are believed to be the largest in the country outside of Pyongyang. But as an industrial city in an area with little arable land, it was particularly vulnerable to famine.

Disaster struck in the early 1990s. Chongjin's outmoded and inefficient factories had limped along on spare parts and cheap oil from the Soviet Union. When the communist bloc collapsed, suddenly there was no fuel for the power plants. Factories stopped. Farms couldn't produce because they depended on chemical fertilizers and electric irrigation systems. Heavy rains and floods in the summer of 1995 exacerbated a famine already underway. Chongjin used to be a busy port, with Japanese and Soviet ships loading products from the factories. Now it is filled with flimsy squid-fishing boats; most of the larger vessels in port are bringing in humanitarian aid. The foreign sailors are not permitted to disembark.
Aside from a small, ragged seafood market at the east end of the harbor, the waterfront is desolate. The government has installed high fences to keep residents from leaving or fishing, which is illegal for individuals. Perched above the port, in the style of the Hollywood sign, giant letters crumbling into the hillside proclaim, "Long Live Kim Il Sung," referring to North Korea's founder, who died in 1994. Other signs throughout the city herald his son and successor, Kim Jong Il, as the "Son of the 21st Century." The city, though, looks like it never emerged from the 1960s. Most buildings are whitewashed cinderblock apartments or row houses built after the area was heavily bombed by the United States during the Korean War, and they give Chongjin a monochrome bleakness. Even the red paint of the propaganda billboards — "We are happy," and "We have nothing to envy," read two of the slogans — has faded in the sun. "I had the impression of a ghost town. It was really colorless, gray. There was no life," said Violaine de Marsangy, a French aid worker who spent six weeks in Chongjin in 1999. The big power plant on the waterfront operates at about 25% of capacity, so when dusk falls, swaths of the city vanish into darkness. Kathi Zellweger of the Catholic charity Caritas recalls being driven into Chongjin: "It's pitch dark at night, so dark you can't even tell there is a city." West of the port is an industrial area, home to Chongjin Steel Co., Chemical Textile Co., May 10 Coal Mine Machinery Factory and Kimchaek Iron & Steel. These were once the pride of North Korea's industrial sector. No longer."Chongjin was like a forest of scrap metal, with huge plants that seem to go on for miles and miles that have been turned into rust buckets," said Tun Myat, who in 1997 became one of the first senior U.N. officials permitted to visit the city. "I've been all over the world, and I've never seen anything quite like this." In a working-class neighborhood in southern Chongjin, the 39-year-old coal miner lives in a squat, drab house. The homes in Ranam are organized in blocks, usually with five units on either side of an alley and an outhouse at one end shared by the 10 families.

His only piece of furniture is a wooden table with folding legs. He has one cooking pot. One knife. A couple of bowls. A cutting board that he made himself. A large urn to store water he brings from the well. He has four pairs of chopsticks and four spoons — exactly enough for himself, his wife, 12-year-old daughter and 3-year-old son. He traded away his extra utensils for food years ago. When there is electricity, he screws a bare lightbulb into a wall socket. His children have no toys or books. Each member of the family owns two sets of clothes — one for summer and one for winter — that they store on a homemade hanger suspended from a nail in the wall. On the opposite wall hang the obligatory framed portraits of Kim Jong Il and his late father, Kim Il Sung, who seized power in the northern half of the Korean peninsula after World War II. The government forbids people to put family photos or other decorations on the same wall. Party cadres used to drop by almost daily to make sure residents kept portraits free of dust, but that stopped two years ago. "They don't worry so much about ideology now," he said. "All anybody cares about is finding enough food to get through the day." The miner is a pleasant man with a broad, welcoming smile, handsome despite a missing bottom tooth. He seems cheerful by disposition, but when he talks about the famine, a scowl spreads across his face. The miner estimated that four or five of his housing block's 30 residents, and half of his 3,500 co-workers at the Poam coal mine, had died of starvation and related illnesses since the mid-1990s. For years, one of the hallmarks of North Korea's government was its public distribution system, which doled out food and other goods to citizens nearly for free. The regime considered coal mining a strategic occupation, and miners were given extra rations.

But in the early 1990s, the lights in the mines went out, as did the pumps that kept the shafts dry. Beams rotted and equipment corroded. As the mines ceased production, the rations stopped. The children were the first to start dying, then the elderly. Next to perish were men, who seemed to need more calories to survive than women. Chongjin residents learned to recognize the stages of starvation. First, the victims become listless and too weak to work. Their vision grows blurry. They become bone-thin, then startlingly, their torsos bloat. Toward the end, they just lie still, sometimes hallucinating about food. While some people seem to fade away, others die in agony, their intestines blocked when they can't digest substitute foods, such as corn powder and oak leaves. Particularly lethal to children's digestive systems are ersatz rice cakes — molded out of a paste made from the inner bark of pine trees. Among the victims was the miner's 60-year-old father, an otherwise strong and robust man who had never been ill as long as he could remember. The miner's best friend, a co-worker and childhood buddy, dragged himself out to the mountains to look for food and never returned. The miner also vividly recalled his daughter running home screaming because her best friend, the 5-year-old boy next door, had died of a blockage. "He died on his father's back while he was carrying him home from the hospital. My daughter saw his body and came home crying. She said Myong Chol was lying still and not moving," the miner said. "Five or six of her friends died after that. We just had to tell her they moved away to another neighborhood." Like everyone in his housing block, the miner and his family sleep on blankets on the vinyl-covered concrete floor. In a traditional style that vanished decades ago in South Korea, they cook on big pots over a fire whose hot air is directed under the floor to warm it.

But the miner rarely has much firewood, so his wife often cooks outdoors on a neighbor's portable charcoal stove. The neighbors try to help one another. During Chongjin's bitter winter, when temperatures can plunge to 10 below zero, they pool their firewood to heat one unit where everybody sleeps. But people rarely have enough food to share. "We have a saying that a full heart comes with a full stomach," he said. "If you can't help your own child who is hungry, you won't help your neighbor's." Officially, he still works for the mine. But he hasn't received a salary since May 2003, so he seldom shows up for work. He taught himself to recognize medicinal herbs, and now he hunts them in the mountains to sell. Looking for more money, he jumped a freight train to the Chinese border and sneaked across the Tumen River last August to work illegally in the fields. On days that he found work, he made about $1.80, which he considered a fortune. He planned to return to his family in Chongjin over the winter.

Three years ago, the miner and his wife decided to have another baby. "North Koreans aren't having many children because they can't afford to feed them," the miner said. "But my daughter complained she was lonely, and we really wanted to have another child." The baby, a boy, was born at home, a neighbor helping with the delivery. He was full-term but weighed just 3½ pounds at birth and had difficulty nursing from his undernourished mother. The child, unable to digest powdered corn, remains underweight. The miner said the food situation in Chongjin had gotten worse in the last year because of inflation. "There is food in the market, but people can't afford to buy it," he said late last year in China. People are "getting weaker physically, financially." "In North Korea," he added matter-of-factly, "I don't remember a single day when I had a normal, happy life."

North Korea's schools are free, but children in Chongjin have to buy their own books and uniforms and bring firewood for heat. The World Food Program is supposed to supply 632 nursery and primary schools around Chongjin with biscuits and other food, but that aid is often suspended because of insufficient contributions. When the food runs out, many children stop coming to class. The nation once boasted near-universal literacy, but now it is common to see kids working in fields or markets during the day. Children get leave from school in the autumn to collect acorns for food.
Seo Kyong Hui watched as the students vanished. She was a feisty and idealistic 21-year-old graduate of Chongjin's Kim Jong Suk Education College — named for Kim Jong Il's mother — when she was assigned in 1994 to teach in a mining village on the southern outskirts of the city. Her school had 50 pupils then, but by the time she left the country in 1998, enrollment had fallen to 15. The Saenggiryong Mine Kindergarten was housed in a dank, concrete building. Seo had little equipment, save for an accordion, which all kindergarten teachers were required to play so they could lead their pupils in songs praising the Kim family. Her kindergartners sat at worn wooden desks, often wearing heavy overcoats and hats to stay warm.

Until 1995, a full-time cook prepared lunches of soup and rice. But as the crisis worsened, the school closed its cafeteria and asked children to bring their own meals. Many came empty-handed. "We would take a spoonful from each kid who had lunch and give it to the one without," Seo said. "But the parents didn't like that, because they didn't have enough for themselves." Seo could tell when a pupil was in trouble. His hair would turn dry and yellowish, and his eyes would sink into their sockets. At recess, while the better-fed children ran and squealed, the hungry child would lie on a mat. Sometimes the child would flop over in his chair during a lesson, cheek pressed against the desktop.

"One girl I remember used to be pretty as a doll, with black eyes and long lashes," Seo said. "But her ribs showed, and her belly was swollen like one of those Somalian kids. She would doze in class. I remember I once picked up her head off the desk and looked at her face. It was yellow, as though she were jaundiced, and her eyes were half-closed." The girl stopped coming to class. Seo assumes she eventually died of starvation. Others dropped out, in what became a pattern. "The first time I saw a dead body, I shuddered with fear. But with time, you get used to it. You become … insensitive," Seo said. "It was really strange. If only one or two students had died, I would have been shocked. It would have been a big tragedy and I'd have gone to the home to pay condolences. But when there are so many, you get numb." The students who remained received an education heavy with propaganda; course materials depicted the U.S. soldiers who fought in the Korean War as wolves who had massacred the general population. More important than math or even the Korean language was the study of juche, the national ideology of self-reliance put forth by Kim Il Sung. "Eight boys and nine girls are singing anthems in praise of Kim Il Sung. How many children are singing in total?" is one question from Primary School Grade 1 Mathematics, published in 2001 — or Juche 91 under the North Korean calendar, which begins with the year of Kim Il Sung's birth. There is so much emphasis on ideology that other areas of education invariably suffer," said Seo. Having escaped North Korea in 1998 with her mother and two sisters, she lives in a suburb of Seoul and studies child welfare.

"At the time I didn't know. I just thought, 'This is how education is done.' "Physician Kim Ji Eun worked for nearly a decade at Chongjin's Provincial Hospital No. 2. It is the teaching hospital for the city's main medical school and is located in Pohang, the district of the party elite. In the 1960s, much of its equipment and some staff came from Eastern Europe. Older Chongjin residents still proudly refer to it as the Czech hospital. But Kim, 40, cringes with embarrassment as she recalls its privations. Her patients were expected to bring their own food and blankets. There often were no bandages, so they would cut strips of their own bedding. To hold their intravenous fluid, patients usually brought empty bottles of Chongjin's most popular beer, Nakwon (Paradise). "If they would bring in one beer bottle, they'd get one IV. If they'd bring two bottles, they would get two," Kim said. It wasn't always that way. Until the 1990s, North Korea provided free healthcare to its citizens and its pharmaceutical factories produced medicines. But when the economy collapsed and the factories closed, drugs became scarce. Doctors could prescribe medicine, but the prescriptions could be filled only if the patient had the money and the luck to find the pills at a private market.

Traditional remedies began to play a bigger role. Twice a year, in spring and autumn, the physicians at Kim's hospital would be required to travel into the mountains for up to five weeks to hunt for medicinal plants. They would collect peony root to treat nervous disorders, and wild yam, dandelion and atractylodes for digestive disorders. Each doctor had a quota, and the herbs were weighed and inspected for cleanliness by the hospital's chief pharmacologist. But herbs could not take the place of powerful anesthetics. Doctors would use acupuncture for simple surgeries such as appendectomies. "When it works, it works very well," Kim said. As for when it doesn't, she said, "North Koreans are tough and used to bearing pain. They're not like South Koreans who scream and shout about the slightest thing." Kim had wanted to be a teacher or journalist. But North Koreans aren't allowed to chose their own professions, and because of her good grades in science, she was assigned to medical school. She graduated in 1988. Early in her career, Kim recalled, she saw a 27-year-old patient recently released from a prison where he had been sent for "economic crimes." That meant he had engaged in private business. He was malnourished and badly bruised from a beating. The hospital director forbade Kim to give him medicine. "He's a convict," the director told her. "Let's save it for someone else." Kim protested. The clashes with her boss prompted Kim to switch to pediatrics. But she found that even more frustrating. "I saw a lot of 2-year-olds to 4-year-olds dying of malnutrition. Often it was not the starvation itself. They would get a minor cold that would kill them," said Kim. "They would look at you with these big eyes. Even the children always knew they were dying." She switched again, to research. But by this time, Kim was hungry herself. Her salary had been discontinued. She clearly remembers the first day she went without food. It was Sept. 9, 1993. She and her family had hiked into the countryside to search for something to eat. Finding a single rotting pear on the ground, they boiled it and split it five ways, among her parents, her sister's husband and two children. Kim and her sister got none. Hunger made people callous. Her best friend's husband and 2-year-old son died of starvation within a few days of each other. Kim went to pay a condolence call.

"Oh, I'm better off. There are fewer mouths to feed," her friend told her. Kim started accepting food from people in exchange for doctor's notes so they could skip work and search for food. (Those who shirk work in North Korea can be sent to prison.) But eventually the patients had no food to give doctors and were so desperate they no longer bothered with notes. Kim and other physicians stopped going to work. She fled North Korea in 1999 and now lives in Seoul. Since then, North Korean hospitals have not improved, despite some international aid. People die of treatable illnesses such as tuberculosis and even diarrhea. "The hospitals are no better. The equipment is in a state of disrepair," said one aid worker who had visited hospitals in Chongjin and elsewhere in the region and spoke on condition of anonymity so as not to jeopardize his work. "In most hospitals," he said, "there is a pharmacy with a little carousel that might only have as much [Western] medicine as you have in your medicine cabinet at home." Some doctors support themselves by moonlighting. Abortions, though illegal, can be obtained in Chongjin for a bucket of coal or a few pounds of rice.
As of last summer, the only major factory in town with smoke regularly coming out of its stacks was that of Chongjin Steel Co., which dominates the city's skyline. Kimchaek Iron & Steel, which once had the largest factory in North Korea, with a workforce of 20,000, operates only sporadically, as do some other small plants. But just because Chongjin's factories are largely idle doesn't mean their workers stay home.

In what might seem an exercise in futility, Kim Sun Bok would put on her uniform each morning and walk 50 minutes to the 2nd Metal Construction Factory. She had to be there by 7:30, dressed in regulation indigo blue slacks, cap and canvas shoes. But more often than not, she didn't get to perform her job, which was making machine parts. Instead, she and her co-workers were assigned to tend rice paddies or a cabbage field. Sometimes she performed construction labor. Kim, a bird-like woman who weighs barely 100 pounds, was told to haul paving stones and sacks of gravel for a road that was being built entirely by hand. "Even if there is nothing to do, they'll create tasks for us. And you have to come to work," said Kim, 32, who fled North Korea in 2003. "People constantly visit your home to make sure you're coming." Before the workers could go home, there was an hourlong lecture in the factory's auditorium that ended about 6 p.m. A common theme was the importance of the collective over the individual.
At least once a week, there was another hourlong session in which workers had to criticize themselves and one another and promise to do better. The trick, Kim said, was to pick a relatively innocuous failing. "I should have worked harder to meet my quota" was a popular confession. Factory workers had one day off per week, but workers often came in on that day anyway to clean the plant.

For their efforts, the 3,000 employees received hardly any salary, but there was a powerful incentive to show up: The factory would often dole out food. It was rarely rice and often animal feed, but it was better than nothing. Kim had been assigned to work there from the age of 18, and much of her social life revolved around the plant. On the biggest public holidays, such as Kim Il Sung's birthday, April 15, there might be a company outing in the mountains or at a youth park on the waterfront. The workers would bring soju, a Korean grain alcohol, and an accordion or guitar so they could sing songs. As other factories were closing, Kim's boss tried to keep the plant going and find food for his workers. He would cut his own deals with shipowners to make metal parts in exchange for something to eat. Our manager was a quick thinker. He knew how to run the place so our factory wasn't as much of a basket case as some others," Kim said. "People who worked at other factories got nothing at all."

Other factory managers also began to take matters into their own hands, sometimes with terrible consequences. Some of the factories were so dysfunctional that desperate managers dismantled their machinery and sold it as scrap metal or bartered it in China for food. At times, authorities looked the other way; in other cases, they cracked down. Chongjin residents recall that from 1995 to 1997, factory personnel accused of dismantling their factories were executed. Kim remembers that managers of Kimchaek Iron & Steel were executed by a firing squad on the banks of Suseong Stream, which cuts through the center of town. One of them was her neighbor's son-in-law. Residents were ordered by party leaders to come out and watch. "Everyone thought it was a great pity," Kim said. "They knew he was not a hardened criminal or common thief, but somebody who did it because his family was starving." Chongjin residents were learning a lesson at odds with the ideology they had been taught since they were children: The collective wouldn't save them. Individuals had to do what they could to survive. "We didn't think of it as change at the time. But we were learning we had to survive. We had to create something out of nothing," Kim said. "The individual had to change."

Jinna Park of The Times' Seoul Bureau contributed to this report.

The final cut

Well it was a July 4th day. I stayed in Daejeon the entire day. Had to work at my school, didn't want to but oh well. After school was over I went to Say Department store, by bus, and had a nice little dinner. Then the fun started. I took bus 841 to the express bus terminal and was going to take bus 850 to my home well I took 851 and ended up back at Daejeon station, I'm like oh well I can take bus 850 and ill be home, wrong I take bus 850 and end up downtown (I took the wrong direction for 850). So I then take 850 from downtown headed back to Daejeon station and this time I got it right. Only took 2 hours but I really didn't have anything planned for the 4th.

It was a real quiet night here in Daejeon. I did miss not seeing any fireworks but i was able today to see some online so it wasnt all that bad. Like I said real quiet entry for now.

Monday, July 04, 2005

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Happy Canada Day and Happy 4th of JULY.

Well I will have to work tomorrow and to be quite honest I have no real desire to at all. Its a major US holiday but I'm in Korea so I work . Had an intresting weekend. Friday, due to major error in translation or whatever, we stayed until 900pm and i was scheduled to leave at 730pm. My freinds party was at Yong-In City , Suji. So I had to catch a train in the Daejeon train station, and just my luck the train was the cheep one, its cost 7000 won from d to suwon but it takes about 2 hours so when i got their the last bus had left and I had to split a taxi (my cost) 15,000 won.. goodie..

Well, I got to the Suji Wa-Bar, Its a place where foreigners hang out and we enjoy the time. Friday was Canada Day and a lot of the Candians were their celebrating. It was fun to see another country celebrate their day.

I went their to give my friend his US Army promotion gift, a 12 year old bottle of scotch. He liked it. I think my friend has a G.F or whatever we call it here in Korea. We left at 0430 am and helped his freind pack an overnight back and off we went to Yongsan US Army base. I stayed awake so we wouldnt miss our bus stop (PS in suji bus 5500 does stop at Seoul station) I stayed awake and made sure that my friends were ok. It brought a smile to my face when I saw my friend and his gf sleeping and holding hands. Well hope it all works out for them, they have the potential but with dating one can never really say.

Still no gf here for me. Ever since my divorce in 2000, I've only told one girl that I love her. So you can see my dating skills, or a complete lack of them. Its weird I can be the matchmaker, give excellent advice, basically be like the film Hitch and when it comes to me I'm like the 1962 New York Mets. (If you don't know baseball, they lost 120 games that season with 40 wins. It was not a good season.)

Well after we arrived on post I got a few hours sleep when my friend screamed wake up, wake up. After that I was awake for another 17 hours. All of these years no longer in the army and when im screamed to awake, I cant get back to sleep. We started a cookout and it was a fun time. I sat back later in the evening and started to reflect on something.

My father was in the US Army from 1960-1980. I was in from 1989-96 and at the bbq, not much has changed from dads stories, my own stories and what i saw Saturday, it was just mainly the music that has changed. It was a good time, good party and good people to share it with. Lonely yes but still it was a good day. It was also good to see my friend interact well with others and also his gf.

I finally crashed about 2am and slept until 930am, still cant get 8 hours sleep. I helped to clean up and soon left and said goodbye to my friend.

Caught the KXT again but this time is was non stop from seoul to Daejeon, it took 48 minutes, we went over 300km per hour. I am so loving the express train. Think next month Ill try first class. Have no ideal what to expect but hey why not?

And how should I celebrate the 4th of July when I arrived back in Daejeon, that's right go to the CGV and see a HORROR FILM CALLED "Shutter", It was in Thai, I think, the previews had an english subtitle but, when I got to the movies no subs, but I was able to put it together. Still sad almost 40 and i still like horror films. Came home and relaxed.

People if you have a family, enjoy the 4th tommorrow, Ill be working and when I get off I'm going home to watch shadows on the wall...

Happy Birthday My beautiful USA.