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It's always interesting and painful at the same time to observe the Japanese and Koreans interacting with each other in such a way as in the Japanese concentration camps like the one I'm in right now. Everyday I have to watch girls cry and sob for mercy among the Japanese soldiers who are always hungry for more. And also the amount of people who just die before my eyes is stunning, but not so stunning compared to the whole population in this area. Although my family wasn't economically wealthy or comfortable i n Korea, we had pride and patriotism of our own nationality and our father always took the lead, showing us perfect examples to become a "man". I think this is what had effected me the most, and which makes me survive day after day in this dreadful camp.

By the time I was able to make out "Quickly", "Move", "etc. a little bit in Japanese, I realized that someone was observing me for a long time as well. I couldn't make out if it was sympathy or mocking that was in this boy's eyes when he looked at me. Once our eyes met in mid air and I thought I saw him blush.