More than anything, I question whether I deserve to give this advice, since I’m fleeing myself, going into hiding. Do you know what I’m talking about? You were hospitalized during it, so you might not know the situation in detail, but you might’ve heard the news coverage. The student occupation at the American Cultural Service building? At the time, a few Sunbes who support North Korea’s Juche ideology got arrested, and the Female Student Association’s president, Boyong, is wanted by the police. I’m not safe either, apparently. Remember the sign I OPPOSE THE IMPORT OF FOREIGN PRODUCE? The one we hung on the American Cultural Service building during the occupation? I wrote that (in my terrible handwriting, of course) with paint as a member of Patriotic Students Who Oppose Foreign Powers. My name could definitely come up during an interrogation and torture. There are too many political factions on campus, and the college is controlling some of them with the promise of scholarships. It’s just not safe to be on campus, that’s for certain. I want to love my enemy, but I don’t even know their faces. Here’s a secret: I have an enemy within me as well. The enemy wants to study without causing trouble, win a scholarship, pass the exams. The enemy howls that she doesn’t want to waste the money her mother made by selling apples on the side of the road and her father by embalming. That enemy tries to persuade me that I can help the weak after I get a stable job as a pharmacist. So she limps to the library even in her dreams. She is pathetic. She doesn’t care about democracy, freedom, or justice—those are just big ideas to her—and she doesn’t care to serve the People. She watches the Sunbes who became career politicians on the basis of their past involvement with student protests. I constantly ask myself if a person can serve others without an ulterior motive, without immoral desires.

Hehe, do you like me writing in this dark, sardonic tone?