Hon Sung-Yop

When I was waiting for the bus at Toronto. I remembered a Korean guy who was feeding homeless people in Tokyo with me. Korean people always mind difference of age even only one year. Actually I really hate this culture, but he never cared it even he was much older than I. He was little bit strange Korean. Once he saw the woman coughing in his office. She had a sick on her lung. There’re many guys smoking. It’s quite normal in Japan. As the other places of Asia (including Korea), women are lower than men, but the Korean guy told them it’s not right. He told me about the story. I told him provably he’d be cut. He wasn’t full time worker. “Who cares?” He said, and smiled. He got kicked out of the company as I guessed, but he was still smiling. I was worry for his family in Korea. “I’ll immigrate to Toronto Canada,” he said. “I don’t want to send my sun to military service, and I want get my children grew up in more free situation”. I was surprised. He was terribly bad for Latin based languages. I was suppose to attend catholic novitiate in Philippine. My last day in Japan, we shared beer in his apartment room. “You’ll be good monk,” he said. That was his last comment. I got kicked out of the monastery after all. And now, I’m here in Ontario Canada too (Niagara Falls and Toronto are in Ontario), but I lost anything like e-mail address to contact him during the training. But I still remember what he has shown me. I was envy for his children. I didn’t have good father. Hon, I still remember you. How's it going? Leave your comment if you found it.