The Tumen
I travelled around the area of Bookgando 2 years ago. It's the place where our own kind migrated and settled down since the year of Ki-sa (year of fire-heart) passing through the colonial period.
I could smell the blood of Japanese crucial brutality. It was miserable. However, the compatriots were still holding onto their faith as strong as wild weeds. I was touched by that sight. On the other hand, it was hurtful to face the reality in which our own race was living with different nationalities.
Until the era of the independence movement, this area was the Korean race's activity field, so that, and it was considered as one of the most important headquarters for anti-Japanese movement. Though, the land has been incorporated into China now, and the resulting condition is that members of our race are living as Chinese. It has become another dispersion.
To see the land of North Korea across from the Tumen wrung my heart. I thought I could walk across the river with my pants pulled up heading to the land of the same race, but I couldn't even make one step. I blamed it on the ideological barrier. Accordingly, I worried myself with the riddle of the Tumen that never seemed to be solved while travelling all the way from Hoonchoon to Samhap. I bore and forbore my suffering, but after all, I broke down in tears at the foot of the Baedu Mountains. That's because our race has such an sorrowful life.
I'm now sitting under the shadow of Korean Independence Day. It's the day when we freed ourselves from colonial restraints, but to tell the truth, I am not that happy at this moment. The nation depended on the power of other countries, which has only brought about another ideological antagonism and the tragic division of the Korean Peninsula.
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 / 입력시간: 2005. 08.17. 09:11
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