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291 pages, Kindle Edition
First published September 13, 2016
North Korea is indeed a Hermit Kingdon: a true-to-life dystopian nation.
It's against this backdrop that my story takes place.
"Morality is a great song a person sings when he or she has never been hungry."
"I think, when we stop dreaming, we're just as good as dead."
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"Death was all around us. We’d enter the market in the mornings to find women wailing and rocking in their arms children who had died during the night. As we plunged deep into the merchants’ stalls, we found the corpses of old men and women, mouths still agape as if, in their final moments, they wanted to say something, their eyes staring out, pleading with us to hear them. I always thought the place after death was peaceful. It was how my eomeoni had described it. But what I saw on the faces of the dead was anything but. It was as if they had got stuck looking at and feeling all their grief and pain..."