2008/05/02 - [text/Journey to Ireland] - Journey to Ireland / 아일랜드로 가다 #3
2008/04/07 - [text/Journey to Ireland] - Journey to Ireland / 아일랜드로 가다 #2
2008/02/21 - [text/Journey to Ireland] - Journey to Ireland / 아일랜드로 가다 #1
2008/02/14 - [text/Journey to Ireland] - Journey to Ireland / 아일랜드로 가다 #0
Well, I went down and met him.
Denis(cannot remember his Korean name), in his early 30s..
After short-introduction, he guided me to... somewhere busy. Well, he was living in the next neighbourhood, so that he could know about that area we were. He showed me the way to our school, the shops I could go, taught me how to buy bus tickets.
Useful information, very very helpful. Yeah, I appreciated that so much without knowing what was going to happen. I will talk about this later.
Everything seemed to be alright. I learnt how to survive in this world. BUT one thing happened that day. K in DISTRESS!!
I happened to be lost. As I mentioned above, he lived in the next neighbourhood. So, when we were on our way back, he had to hop off from the bus, leaving me alone and saying "You hop off next stop". Screw YOU! I did it as you said and it was TOTAL WRONG!!!!!!!!!!!! I must have gone to not the next one, the FOLLOWING ONE!! So, I got lost, COMPLETELY. Imagine yourself in this stupid situation : You came abroad, you don't speak the local language, you don't know the address where you live, you don't have the anybody's phone number, you don't know the householder's name and you have even fucking no idea where you are STANDING!
What on earth could I do? Yeah, you are right. The answer is NOTHING! Just walking around, trying to remember where my house is or WAS.... (well could be past now) Yes, there is one thing which drove me mad!!!!!!!! In this country, all the bloody houses look exactly the same. So, if you do not know the address, don't even try to find the place you are going.
I was swearing, cursing the guy who left me here.. well, actually I almost cried and really hoped that I could meet him again by accident. It didn't happen to me. A 24-yr-old Korean guy, found in Dublin, STARVED? Is it going to appear on the corner of the local newspaper as a small head-line next day? Hell, no. I couldn't die yet. I was not married yet, just finished the stupid army service, didn't meet any WHITE chicks yet. THINK. MAKE YOUR BRAIN WORK, K! AT LEAST GET A TINY FRAGMENT OF MEMORY that could remind you of the house!!
2008/04/07 - [text/Journey to Ireland] - Journey to Ireland / 아일랜드로 가다 #2
2008/02/21 - [text/Journey to Ireland] - Journey to Ireland / 아일랜드로 가다 #1
2008/02/14 - [text/Journey to Ireland] - Journey to Ireland / 아일랜드로 가다 #0
Well, I went down and met him.
Denis(cannot remember his Korean name), in his early 30s..
After short-introduction, he guided me to... somewhere busy. Well, he was living in the next neighbourhood, so that he could know about that area we were. He showed me the way to our school, the shops I could go, taught me how to buy bus tickets.
Useful information, very very helpful. Yeah, I appreciated that so much without knowing what was going to happen. I will talk about this later.
Everything seemed to be alright. I learnt how to survive in this world. BUT one thing happened that day. K in DISTRESS!!
I happened to be lost. As I mentioned above, he lived in the next neighbourhood. So, when we were on our way back, he had to hop off from the bus, leaving me alone and saying "You hop off next stop". Screw YOU! I did it as you said and it was TOTAL WRONG!!!!!!!!!!!! I must have gone to not the next one, the FOLLOWING ONE!! So, I got lost, COMPLETELY. Imagine yourself in this stupid situation : You came abroad, you don't speak the local language, you don't know the address where you live, you don't have the anybody's phone number, you don't know the householder's name and you have even fucking no idea where you are STANDING!
What on earth could I do? Yeah, you are right. The answer is NOTHING! Just walking around, trying to remember where my house is or WAS.... (well could be past now) Yes, there is one thing which drove me mad!!!!!!!! In this country, all the bloody houses look exactly the same. So, if you do not know the address, don't even try to find the place you are going.
I was swearing, cursing the guy who left me here.. well, actually I almost cried and really hoped that I could meet him again by accident. It didn't happen to me. A 24-yr-old Korean guy, found in Dublin, STARVED? Is it going to appear on the corner of the local newspaper as a small head-line next day? Hell, no. I couldn't die yet. I was not married yet, just finished the stupid army service, didn't meet any WHITE chicks yet. THINK. MAKE YOUR BRAIN WORK, K! AT LEAST GET A TINY FRAGMENT OF MEMORY that could remind you of the house!!
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