I think Korea is also quite famous for homogenous society along with Japan. I hardly saw foreigners wherever they were from until a few years ago. However, I can feel that Korea has become multi-ethnic society. I learned this from the class I’m taking at present. In fact, I see more foreigners and more tourists in cities than before. There must be many factors of that. I think the most interesting factor is international marriage. Intermarriage has become quite common in the countryside in Korea. These days in Korea, men in the countryside are having a trouble finding women to get married to, which make the men find women in other countries. Isn’t it interesting? Many Korean women don’t want to stay in the countryside helping their husband for farming or fishing and they want to get their own job in cities. Another reason for the lack of women can be the result of son preference. What about your countries?
My story – childhood
Jim, yes, I know very well about the weather in the UK. It really didn’t bother me. In fact, I’d like to be in England when it’s summer rather than in Korea. It’s incredibly hot here after the monsoon.
I’m okay with constant raining or sudden weather change, but the one thing that makes me want to go back to Korea was the very early sunset in winter, which really depressed me.
Well, I think I have got a story to tell from my childhood. When it happened, it wasn’t funny at all. Actually, I was quite severely injured by this accident that I’m going to tell you. It was quite dramatic, though, from the point of a 7 year-old little girl. I was playing with my brother in my dad’s office when I was seven and my brother was five. We were running around the office, making noises and there was nobody in there except us. Suddenly, my brother found a water spray bottle. (I don’t know what to call this in English. It is used when you iron some clothes. You spray some water first, then iron the clothes.) Then, he started to spray water to me, so I ran away from him and to get out of the office, I pushed the door, the part of which is made with glass. I still don’t know how fast I was and how strong I pushed that door. Unbelievably, the small girl broke the glass and flew through the door. Everything happened so fast. The splinter of the glass scratched just below my right arm pit. I was bleeding. My brother didn’t know what to do. Fortunately, a neighbor found me and called my mum and she took me to the hospital, and I had to have the cut stitched. The scar still remains. Even though what happened to me was serious, whenever I tell this story, it’s quite funny. How come I could fly through the door like a superman?
I still don’t know the answer.
I'm going to make some comments about your comments the next entry. By the way, Hyoshil, I like the expression " running around like a headless chicken. I think I learned it from the flatmates. When you really think about it, it's a kind of cruel to say, though, isn't it?
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