I lived in Korea for four years, 1982-1984, and 1991-1993. I was once arrested for being a North Korean spy and my passport was confiscated. All I did was drive down the wrong street: it turned out I was driving along the presidential motorcade route. Unfortunately, the Korean police could not comunicate to me (in English)
that I should park my car and wait on the side of the road until the presidential car had passed. Instead I was assaulted (pushed and shoved) by two Korean Intelligence Agents. My husband and I reported the abuse to the Korean Police station and that is when I was charged and had to appear before a Korean procurator (judge) and answer for my oh-so-American behavior.
Constricting,
Language Unknown,
Customs unfathomable,
Living on the verge for two years,
Logical breakdown,
Falling forever through an,
Ancient time machine.
Old meeting new,
Slanted perspective,
Quizzical looks,
Misunderstood signals,
Result in a manmade upheaval,
Oriental jurisprudence,
The fissure deepens,
With time but is healed over,
Crusty edges weaken with age.
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