|등록된 친구가 없습니다.|
I have stopped visiting Korea since my mother passed away in Dec. 1993. That is 26 years ago. While she stayed alive alone in Seoul, I visited her in Feburary every year without missing the opportunity to take care in person dutifully as all filial Korean sons are expected. Staying together with her 15 days a year would not enough, of course. That was all I could do for her loneliness out of our separate life in her old age. At least once a year might be some possible solace given by her only son, I hoped at that situation.
And therefore I had been a passenger at the Korean Airline at least once a year for 17 years starting in 1976, when their flight just launched between Seoul and Newark, New Jersey, rather than from JFK, New York however. Anyhow KAL was not frequent airline at that time not to be proven as a well established passenger carrier. I used the Newark Airport 2 times or 3 probably to and fro to Seoul. After 20-23 hour's flight on this infant KAL turned us back sometimes to the Narita airport in Japan due to frequent dense smogs over Kimpo, Seoul. Once I was transported by a chartered bus to a hotel to spend the night till the next morning schedule.
The long flight usually urges passengers to break out the dreary doldrums to something rather pleasant, like reading magazines, perhaps a nap out of boredom. At that time a seemingly American woman was sitting next to me by the window side, and so I broke silence and started casual conversation to her about the purpose of visit to Korea. She responded gaily without any reluctance to being intruded into her private sphere, telling me about a business involved with American Civil organization. From then on we exchanged opinions in various subjects. While in the middle of our dialogue, a woman sitting diagonally behind broke into our silent moment, and uttered in Korean 'you are a good English speaker' (영어를 참 잘 하시네요)
So I switched to a new participant through the gap between the seats, and started talking in Korean this time instead of course. I did not notice her there until the instance for her to reveal her presence out of nowhere. This was what the Korean woman told me. She lived in Chicago with parents since immigration to America as a young girl(소녀). Some time later, she said to me the actual purpose of this travel...
As per her parents' wish of an arranged marriage, she was on the way to meet a guy for the first time as a husband to be, say...if she liked it, or vice versa (the other way around), their union was about to materialize anyhow in one way or the other. The name of the Korean girl was 'Han XX' something, I could not remember her full name by now. I did not dare to ask how old she was either, but I guessed around 25 years of age, probably a virgin. In US, a single female in their teen or in the vicinity the unmarried are usually called a girl, rather a woman, no matter of what their sexual status might be.
We got the transit bus off at a hotel near Ginza, Tokyo. and ate dinner together right after. While we having done so, a couple of American guy and a Korean woman joined us. In our casual talking the couple suggested to look around Ginza, and so I agreed, looking at the face of my Korean female, obviously partner to them. She delightedly accompanied us without any delay. It was around 6-7 O'clock. There we saw a sign of coffee house, and so we ordered coffee of course. I was surprised to get a tiny coffee cup which recalled an unusually small size 우동 그릇 a few years ago in Osaka on the way home from Sydney. It was very expensive as well. That serving made us all so discouraged that the rest adventure at Ginza's night life was not worth of trying any farther.
We were driven back to our hotel. I did not feel like to go to bed so early in the evening, so I suggested Miss Han to have a drink or two together at a bar. She refused unexpectedly. After all she was such a innocent girl as to get scared of immoral stuffs out of her imagination or in brain wash by social restriction, which would be social norm in general not to mix with a male stranger. I read her body language otherwise though, If I ever insisted strongly on my way, she might have obliged bashfully to join me after all.
The next morning we continued our journey to the Kimpo airport, and I found her among the crowd with her relative or some people who greeted her in not far distance away. She showed me a smile as well for me to tempt a certain chance to create afterward, but I pretended not aware of her silent good bye. What would I have to do with the brief unfortunate encounter? Now 35 years later I realize that I should have to approach her again, telling I did have a good time with you, and I would cherish you in my heart for long time. I wish you a nice husband, so forth.
No way...I did not say anything cowardly, however, and turned my back right away ignoring her allusion of sort by her continuous looking at me. I really regret now..., foolishly in deed. I know young girls in their teen or twenties do not care for their virginity not as much as I expected to, if she find a right guy either in right mood or lovely feeling. Don't hesitate to jump in, my young friends, for the sake of momentous enjoyment in life. It will never come back again. Am I daylight dreaming?
|Girl really care for vi..|