Sunday 6th August

In a foreign country we watch illegal DVDs towering above a city I can’t speak to. My language is so far removed from theirs even childlike sign language wont help us. We are slowly learning, but only at the dinner table with ‘ping-gwo-ju’ (spelt as said) apple juice. They squeeze it fresh, after a while the juice and pulp separates, as if they they can’t stand being with each other anymore. I think I am a romantic like my host for I dream of idealism and perfect kisses. The heroin of my film laughs at her misfortune and I wonder how tragedy strikes, and why on whose certain beings. Who will endlessly feel the coldness and unforgiving world laughing hard. You start to have inclinations, or a small voice in your head that says, nothing will come easy... And like the people of this country you start to fight for everything even when there is no war.