3/23/07
On the bus ride into seoul, there was an older couple sitting in the row across from me. It’s always hard to gauge how people view you as a foreigner; what kind of biases they hold against you. It’s bad enough dealing with that in the west, but the judgment is much more discernable here in Korea. The man’s face was one which spoke volumes of an experienced and trial-filled life. One of his eyes didn’t seem to work properly, and I think he was probably blind in one eye - maybe a scar received in the war. When I look at an older man now, I always wonder to myself if he had been to war, and how that experience would bear on his present worldview.
I wasn’t really sure how the couple across from me felt about me until after we stopped at a rest area 2 hours into the trip. Getting back on the bus, they gave me some roasted potatoes and a glass of fruit juice to drink. After seeing them giving me gifts, the lady diagonally behind me tapped me on the shoulder and handed me a banana. I was grateful to them all, and we had a short conversation. They seemed very warm-hearted and free from prejudice, which is an attractive yet isolate characteristic. I would hope that when I reach their age, I can have the same warm-heartedness that these people evinced.
