Happy Wednesday! Like usual, we're busy with chickens and goats, and now we've added hockey and a plethora of fun Christmas get-togethers in the mix! I'm also waiting back for the very last edits of Flower Swallow, which means it will be released SOON.
For today's "Twelve Days of Woong" snippet, here's Woong from Flower Swallow talking about the famine that struck North Korea when he was a youngster.
And that’s kinda how famine’s like sadness, ’cause maybe when you’re no bigger than a toddler you lose one of the eyes off your ragdoll, and you think that’s the saddest you’re ever gonna be until your sister tells you she hates you and wishes you weren’t never born, which ’course is a whole lot worse. Only then your grandmother dies, and so you learn ragdoll-sadness and even sister-sadness don’t really count as sadness at all, and you think you’ll never feel worst than that no matter what happens. But then your parents lose you in a flood, which might be tolerable except for the old lady who loves you like a grandson running out of food and then getting maybe murdered by her son who hates you. And then you realize it’s possible that you’re just gonna keep on getting sadder and sadder, which is scary to think about ’cause there’s no way to tell or even guess how it’s gonna end.
It’s the same thing with hunger. Back in the old days, when there weren’t more than plain fish, I thought I was starving when we stopped getting no more rice or noodles. But when I got to Chongjin and Granny run out of food, I woulda been happy to go back to plain old fish every day ’cause at least it’s proper food, you know? And even that night when I sat behind the school house, I was feeling sad for myself on account of it being maybe twelve hours since I last had something to eat, and I thought that was the most hungry a growing boy could ever get, except it ain’t.
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