A long time ago… During the U.S. military regime in Korea, measles was running rampant.  My neighborhood friends died off one by one. I often cried from the pain, and the neighborhood mothers cried with me, reminded of the young they couldn’t save.  It seemed as though I was recovering, but then it suddenly worsened.  My mother, determined to save me, carried me on her back and knelt in front of the village chairman, my great grandfather. She cried and cried and cried, pleadi

Everywhere Hak looked he saw remnants of his childhood: the smooth yellow dirt of the yard that was often laid with tables of crimson...