I succeeded in coming to the office of a project in which I am taking part as a research assistant. It was a long journey, taking more than an hour and a half in mass transportation, and I had to make a hole through a number of Korean people burying their heads into cellphones. Almost every day I do this and it is truly a numinous experience. One day I want to test myself standing against a surge of people in such cities as Rio in Brazil and Beijing in China. Being both inured to and forged by hell fire of this land, it would just be another pieces of cake to do that. A piece that you would not want to have.
I am supposed to present a brief article on the Socialist Internationalism in North Korea in the mid-1950s in the city of Vladivostok next week. However, I did not hear any news from a manager of conference yet. What on earth is going on? Meanwhile, it is going to be my second visit to the city and I am pretty much looking forward to meeting Russian friends as well as a statue of Mr. Lenin there.