2024. You are a young North Korean and you have an average family in your country, following the norms, the standards. You wake up at 5AM to go to school, the sky is foggy, the center of 'Pyongyang' echoing throughout the city the song 'Where are you, general?' to cheer up the people. The paintings of the glorious Kim Jong Un are the only thing clear in your home. Your mother is waiting for you at the table, done in a calculated way. While chewing her food, in her usual way, unsettling.