I’ve been in Seoul just over a month. I’m sitting on the KTX (the “bullet” train) on my way to Busan/Pusan and then onto Japan by ferry. I’m certainly not the first person to remark on the fact that sitting in any type of port of departures and arrivals makes one introspective. There were groups of young boys stumbling into manhood in their military uniforms together. Moms and fathers seeing their uniformed sons off with a mixture of worry, pride and love on their faces.
Families starting a new, Continue reading