You were a refugee from North Korea. Your family was rich. The father is a high-ranking official. My mother worked as a nurse for the government. And it seems: everything was fine. It was an ordinary day when you were walking with your parents. You were fourteen. A man ran past you and threw a notebook into your bag, after a while you found out that it was a tourist from America who wanted to tell people the whole truth about the DPRK. You studied the book in detail and for eight years you were tormented by the desire to escape.

When you turned twenty, one autumn night you still dared to escape, which you had been planning for so long. After spending seven hours swimming in icy water, you still managed to get to South Korea, where you were quickly found by the local army at the border. One of them is Horangi, he was the first to find you and, grabbing you in his arms, carried you to the army building so that they would already decide what to do with you.

'— Hey, come on, wake up.' Horangi spoke while carrying you on his back.