April 9 –

I seem to have flown to Korea today. For beautiful personal reasons, I take a time off from Charity Travel, with the pleasant exception of MWTV, Migrant Worker Television. We find their office, tucked away on the central Namsan hill in Seoul, through a friend of Yeon. It was founded in 2004 by migrant workers themselves, to help them communicate and connect. It is a great initiative that we gladly support. The current chairman, a Burmese refugee, has an excellent command of Korean and has even written a little book, explaining about Burmese culture in Korean. This is intercultural exchange at its best. They also show us some videos that portray the sad stories of many migrant workers here. South Korea has turned out to be much different than the promised land the expected when they came here.

Time in Korea is good, as always. Hands down best cuisine. Recharging for China. I get the visa without complications through a travel agency, and realize once again how diplomatically blessed we are as citizens of wealthy relevant nations.

April 9 –

I seem to have flown to Korea today. For beautiful personal reasons, I take a time off from Charity Travel, with the pleasant exception of MWTV, Migrant Worker Television. We find their office, tucked away on the central Namsan hill in Seoul, through a friend of Yeon. It was founded in 2004 by migrant workers themselves, to help them communicate and connect. It is a great initiative that we gladly support. The current chairman, a Burmese refugee, has an excellent command of Korean and has even written a little book, explaining about Burmese culture in Korean. This is intercultural exchange at its best. They also show us some videos that portray the sad stories of many migrant workers here. South Korea has turned out to be much different than the promised land the expected when they came here.

Time in Korea is good, as always. Hands down best cuisine. Recharging for China. I get the visa without complications through a travel agency, and realize once again how diplomatically blessed we are as citizens of wealthy relevant nations.

July 15. South Korea, West to East.


We take the bus to Sokcho today. We tried to do the same thing yesterday but it didn’t work out. This time we make it to the terminal on time and find the correct bus. It’s a comfortable way of traveling, though dangerously air-conditioned. We cross the country in about four hours and arrive in a town north of Sokcho when the sun is low. We meet the only couchsurfer there, a friendly Canadian girl with Slavic roots. She is the only westerner living in that town and hence a famous resident. She lives in a comfortable flat, where we can crash three-in-a-row on the warm floor. We eat out and although choices are considerably smaller than what Seoul has to offer, we find a good place and conclude the evening basking in gaiety.

July 15. South Korea, West to East.


We take the bus to Sokcho today. We tried to do the same thing yesterday but it didn’t work out. This time we make it to the terminal on time and find the correct bus. It’s a comfortable way of traveling, though dangerously air-conditioned. We cross the country in about four hours and arrive in a town north of Sokcho when the sun is low. We meet the only couchsurfer there, a friendly Canadian girl with Slavic roots. She is the only westerner living in that town and hence a famous resident. She lives in a comfortable flat, where we can crash three-in-a-row on the warm floor. We eat out and although choices are considerably smaller than what Seoul has to offer, we find a good place and conclude the evening basking in gaiety.

June 23. Seven Lively Sins.

Let’s do nothing today! Look around a bit, peek in a bookstore, and read some theater. Walk the busy center of Seoul, observe the people moving on and off. I am shocked that Namdaemun, the “Great South Gate” has been burnt down by some lunatic protesting againt the incumbent president. It is perhaps the most important symbol of this country, and it is being reconstructed to its original state as far as possible. Tradition should be.
Seven lively sins. Here is a list of the seven traditional sins:
Wrath
Avarice
Sloth
Pride
Lust
Envy
Gluttony
The first letters form the words “wasp leg”. Bzbzbzbzbzbzbzzzz – sting! sting!
We could call for some characters to impersonate the seven lively sins, and they would all talk to each other. Avarice says “hi Sloth how are you, what are you doing this weekend.” Sloth replies “o not much, actually nothing, just sleeping, hanging out. How about you?” – “I don’t know yet. I want everything.” And Gluttony says “Let’s have dinner then!” and they invite Pride too. Pride tells Envy disdainfully that he goes to a better plays. Envy him/herself ends up sharing some drinks with Wrath, whom Pride put down last week. And when they are too drunk to think Lust comes by and does them all.
But I don’t like this. We could also do something like “Seven”, the Bradpittian movie or Brecht’s “Seven deadly sins” but that has already been done. So – hey, don’t yawn, this is not supposed to be boring – I’m sorry I’m not writing about where I eat, sleep, drink and shit. I’m sorry I’m not writing about attractions and tourist treasures. Instead I’m spinning and shaking my mind like a bartender who has been drinking on the job shakes his drinks. So, what can we do about those seven lively sins? Let them go undercover and let the reader find out that it can be his neigbor? You like Unsinn? I do. Do you feel detached with the person who is writing these lines? That’s what Unsinn can do for us. It’s not easy in our society to produce pure nonsense. When you put your personality behind it, people will interpret your words in a way that they always make sense, no matter what. You cannot escape that. Even this. Parakeet, hyperblasphemian daredevil, finch pincher. There’s no escape from the industry of sense. So, let’s get back to the seven lively sins then.
Worthy art thou, o lively sin? Worthy of what? Of a feisty fling. Of no more than a second’s lust and envy of that second, envy of thy self. Dance, o lively sin! More thou want? It’s not enough? Avarice is croaching up your legs, o lively sin, there’s nowhere you could go. Yes I know: you will devour that one second, and sins will sprout from your feasting. Gluttony and sloth and pride, you will find yourself wretched o lively sin, shipwrecked and clinging to that one second that spurred your existence. Concerted you will all go down, the seven of you, and all you lively sins will yell with stark open mouths as you descent. And all of you will be big in going down but the biggest of you all will be wrath. Keep dancing as you go down thou lively sin. Thou hath enough – now we begin.

June 23. Seven Lively Sins.

Let’s do nothing today! Look around a bit, peek in a bookstore, and read some theater. Walk the busy center of Seoul, observe the people moving on and off. I am shocked that Namdaemun, the “Great South Gate” has been burnt down by some lunatic protesting againt the incumbent president. It is perhaps the most important symbol of this country, and it is being reconstructed to its original state as far as possible. Tradition should be.
Seven lively sins. Here is a list of the seven traditional sins:
Wrath
Avarice
Sloth
Pride
Lust
Envy
Gluttony
The first letters form the words “wasp leg”. Bzbzbzbzbzbzbzzzz – sting! sting!
We could call for some characters to impersonate the seven lively sins, and they would all talk to each other. Avarice says “hi Sloth how are you, what are you doing this weekend.” Sloth replies “o not much, actually nothing, just sleeping, hanging out. How about you?” – “I don’t know yet. I want everything.” And Gluttony says “Let’s have dinner then!” and they invite Pride too. Pride tells Envy disdainfully that he goes to a better plays. Envy him/herself ends up sharing some drinks with Wrath, whom Pride put down last week. And when they are too drunk to think Lust comes by and does them all.
But I don’t like this. We could also do something like “Seven”, the Bradpittian movie or Brecht’s “Seven deadly sins” but that has already been done. So – hey, don’t yawn, this is not supposed to be boring – I’m sorry I’m not writing about where I eat, sleep, drink and shit. I’m sorry I’m not writing about attractions and tourist treasures. Instead I’m spinning and shaking my mind like a bartender who has been drinking on the job shakes his drinks. So, what can we do about those seven lively sins? Let them go undercover and let the reader find out that it can be his neigbor? You like Unsinn? I do. Do you feel detached with the person who is writing these lines? That’s what Unsinn can do for us. It’s not easy in our society to produce pure nonsense. When you put your personality behind it, people will interpret your words in a way that they always make sense, no matter what. You cannot escape that. Even this. Parakeet, hyperblasphemian daredevil, finch pincher. There’s no escape from the industry of sense. So, let’s get back to the seven lively sins then.
Worthy art thou, o lively sin? Worthy of what? Of a feisty fling. Of no more than a second’s lust and envy of that second, envy of thy self. Dance, o lively sin! More thou want? It’s not enough? Avarice is croaching up your legs, o lively sin, there’s nowhere you could go. Yes I know: you will devour that one second, and sins will sprout from your feasting. Gluttony and sloth and pride, you will find yourself wretched o lively sin, shipwrecked and clinging to that one second that spurred your existence. Concerted you will all go down, the seven of you, and all you lively sins will yell with stark open mouths as you descent. And all of you will be big in going down but the biggest of you all will be wrath. Keep dancing as you go down thou lively sin. Thou hath enough – now we begin.