{"id":207917,"date":"2020-05-27T06:43:01","date_gmt":"2020-05-27T06:43:01","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.thetruthseeker.co.uk\/?p=207917"},"modified":"2020-05-30T06:39:37","modified_gmt":"2020-05-30T06:39:37","slug":"flying-walking-looking","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.thetruthseeker.co.uk\/?p=207917","title":{"rendered":"Flying, Walking, Looking"},"content":{"rendered":"

Linh Dinh \u2013 The Unz Review May 26, 2020<\/strong><\/h1>\n
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Busan May 23, 2020<\/p><\/div>\n

Although the compulsion to travel is universal, nearly all of it is only done virtually, and I\u2019m not just talking about the internet, of course, but reading books, looking at photos, telling and hearing stories, or just thinking.<\/h5>\n
We can\u2019t stand to be confined to one miserable or paradisal spot while knowing everything else is out there, so even while sitting still, we must move, if only mentally, as our legs shake and our eyes dart nonstop.<\/h5>\n
Every country is huge, man. Gigantic! A small town is already infinite. Only our bodies and minds are tiny.<\/h5>\n
Going anywhere, we\u2019re lesser than an ant touring Tokyo. With his pin sized intellect, he\u2019s undoubtedly thinking, \u201cI\u2019ve got this bitch. Tokyo ain\u2019t shit.\u201d<\/h5>\n
\"\"<\/a>Again, I\u2019m sitting in Lotte Mart, drinking a cheap cup of coffee. How did I become so wealthy? There\u2019s abundance everywhere I look, with everything manufactured, delivered and arranged, most tastefully, for me. (I got here on the Busan Subway, which had been laid out and maintained at great cost, also for me.) Within reach is a package that reads, \u201cDESSERT FOR LUCKY RICH<\/a><\/span>,\u201d and nearby are so many varieties of rice, all cleanly husked and elegantly packaged. As for the people, everyone is so clean and nattily dressed, because they dare not startle or offend me. Had I stayed in my room, I\u2019d have denied myself all of this splendor.<\/h5>\n
On the subway, a middle-aged man in a well-worn black suit walked through two cars to address everyone, section by section, then he\u2019d bow deeply, as if apologizing. Everyone ignored him. He wore glasses with thick, black frame. His chin jutted out. His chest was sunken.<\/h5>\n
On the platform of Seomyeon Station, a mannish woman\u2019s jean jacket had a large, dark shape<\/span><\/a> on her back, where a ridiculously glittery red heart had been.<\/h5>\n
Yesterday I was in Waegwan, a village of 34,000. I had glimpsed it just once from a passing train, and knew nothing about it. My hunch was amply rewarded. Right across the station, there was Caf\u00e9 Plenty, with its tiny teddy bear clutching a cross, two small Rothkoesque<\/span><\/a> paintings and a plant vase inscribed with \u201cLOVE GROWS BEST IN LITTLE HOUSES<\/span><\/a>.\u201d The music was like Liberace paying tribute to Erik Satie.<\/h5>\n
The traditional market had these ornate, lacy gates that made me think of seaside arcades, but inside, the mood was subdued, for commerce was slow. I noticed a shutdown Vietnamese eatery, Hidden Corner<\/span><\/a> Joint. When the coronavirus flared up in South Korea 3+ months ago, many Vietnamese fled home, thus starving these businesses. I\u2019ve seen a bunch.<\/h5>\n
\"\"<\/a>At a hearing aid business, there\u2019s a sign showing four US Presidents<\/span><\/a>, all Republicans. Along with Ford, Reagan, Bush and Bush, there was also the CEO of Starkey Labs, Bill Austin, although his last name was misspelled as \u201cOsten.\u201d When it\u2019s not your alphabet, words are just wiggly lines. I\u2019m only starting to figure out the Korean for s, a and ong, and I\u2019ve learnt exactly two words, \u201cneh\u201d for \u201cyes,\u201d and \u201cmandu\u201d for \u201cdumpling.\u201d<\/h5>\n
\u201cNeh, mandu,\u201d and since I also know Cass and Terra, the two (godawful) brands of cheap Korean beers, I\u2019m a fully functioning member of South Korean society. \u201cNeh, mandu. Cass.\u201d<\/h5>\n
In a foreign place, you can make the dumbest mistakes, so a couple times, I\u2019ve picked up packets of tampons thinking they\u2019re facial tissues, but that\u2019s OK. Now that I\u2019m an expert on Korean tampons, I can unequivocally recommend NADA 101<\/a><\/span>, for the name alone. Surely, it\u2019s a riff on Dylan\u2019s \u201cIt\u2019s alright ma, I\u2019m only bleeding.\u201d<\/h5>\n
As a minority, and soon-to-be undocumented worker, I should look into running for office under an anti-discrimination, social justice platform, for I\u2019ve had it up to here, man, with all the microscopic aggression directed against me, day and night, by all 50 million Koreans! Smiling, some even attempt to speak to me in English, as if I don\u2019t understand their language, which is true enough, but that\u2019s not the point. Out of pure malice, they\u2019re only using English to waterboard me with their deeply inhumane accusation that I don\u2019t belong here! Just this afternoon, I walked by a woman who wore a black T-shirt with big white letters, aimed right at my face (mostly because I was looking at her boobs), \u201cIT\u2019S TIME TO GO HOME.\u201d<\/h5>\n
With all the dumplings I\u2019ve eaten, I\u2019ve contributed so much to the South Korean economy. Don\u2019t Koreans realize I built their, I mean our, country?<\/h5>\n
In Busan, most whites I see are Russians, so when I spotted a white in Waegwan, I thought maybe he was Russian, then I saw six blacks, four women and two men, marching into the train station<\/span><\/a>.<\/h5>\n
\"\"<\/a>I\u2019ve been in South Korea for three months, and just about every day, I\u2019d walk miles and take the subway, train or bus all over, but only yesterday did I see sagging pants<\/a><\/span>, showing underwear! Cultures are different in every way.<\/h5>\n
It turned out they were American soldiers, among the 1,500 stationed at nearby Camp Carroll. They were going to the gigantic Shinsegae Shopping<\/span><\/a> Mall<\/a> <\/span>in Dongdaegu. They don\u2019t get out much, apparently. When I overheard a woman say, \u201cWe\u2019re in car number one,\u201d I realized they were standing at the wrong section of the platform, so I told them where to go.<\/h5>\n
(Since Korean trains tend to stop very briefly at each station, you better get on quickly. If you get on the wrong car, you might have to walk nearly the length of the train to get to your seat, a real pain in the ass.)<\/h5>\n
Back in Busan, I looked up Waegwan. During the Korean War, the US Army believed North Korean soldiers were among refugees trying to cross a bridge there, so it blew up this bridge, killing hundreds of people.<\/h5>\n
I also found out about Lou\u2019s Chi-Town, run by a real Chicagoan. Though they don\u2019t have Chicago hot dogs, what\u2019s wrong with you, Lou? I might have to run back to Waegwan, just to try Lou\u2019s cheesesteak. Mostly, though, I want to hear Lou\u2019s story.<\/h5>\n
Cattle chuted through iconic sights, the mass tourist comes home with photos, mostly of himself, to show that he has been to London, Paris, Amsterdam, Munich, Prague, Venice and Barcelona, etc., all in a week, but a city\u2019s highlights is its least authentic selves, for they are packaged for outsiders, and swarmed by them, while locals mostly stay away.<\/h5>\n
To experience a truer Paris, you should spend an afternoon in Belleville instead of around the Eiffel Tower, and since each city is already its greatest museum, you would gain more insights roaming randomly through Parisian streets than you could at the Louvre.<\/h5>\n
Since every city, town or village is its most complex, nuanced and stimulating book, you can never finish contemplating any of them, even the one you\u2019ve lived in forever.<\/h5>\n
Virginia Woolf agrees, \u201cAs we step out of the house on a fine evening between four and six, we shed the self our friends know us by and become part of that vast republican army of anonymous trampers, whose society is so agreeable after the solitude of one\u2019s own room. For there we sit surrounded by objects which perpetually express the oddity of our own temperaments and enforce the memories of our own experience [\u2026] But when the door shuts on us, all that vanishes. The shell-like covering which our souls have excreted to house themselves, to make for themselves a shape distinct from others, is broken, and there is left of all these wrinkles and roughnesses a central oyster of perceptiveness, an enormous eye.\u201d<\/h5>\n
I\u2019ve often spoken of peak travel, meaning never again could so many people zoom so freely across this earth, with some even fantasizing of rocketing beyond it. With the coronavirus, we\u2019re suddenly grounded, but this would have happened anyway, soon enough. Our wobbly zeppelin economy was overdue for a crash. Having reached the peak of everything, we must brace for much turbulence on the way down.<\/h5>\n
Though the travel industry will recover some ground, peak roaming is toast. This doesn\u2019t mean we can\u2019t poke around here, there and everywhere, with our eyes wide open.<\/h5>\n
To travel any distance is to march into an infinity of fresh definitions, but much of this is lost if you\u2019re moving too fast. That\u2019s why it\u2019s ideal to walk (or crawl even), for only then can you measure, sample and caress this earth with your body.<\/h5>\n
I finish this piece in Herry\u2019s Caf\u00e9. Giving me my cappuccino, the pretty cashier bowed very deeply, as if I was some ancient sage. I do have white hair sprouting all over, especially from my nose.<\/h5>\n
Near my guesthouse, there\u2019s a fortune teller who has gotten the wise man look down to a T. Advertising himself as an \u201cOriental Predictor,\u201d he also sells statues of celestial beings and fabulous beasts. Since it\u2019s nothing for him to pronounce how and when you\u2019re going to get rich, have sex or die, I should pay him four measly bucks to meekly ask, \u201cWise guy, please tell me when can I leave South Korea?\u201d<\/h5>\n
There are no international flights from Busan, and very few from Seoul. Nearly each day, I check to see if any nearby country would let me in, but this is the only message I\u2019ve encountered, \u201cAll foreign passengers will not be allowed to enter or transit through.\u201d In a flash, this vast earth went from being more open than ever before to shockingly shuttered.<\/h5>\n
\u201cGrasshopper, you\u2019re pretty much fucked,\u201d the most honorable sage will tell me. \u201cYou can stay here illegally and collect cardboard for a living, or you can fly back to the US, and share a room with your buddy, Chuck Orlovski. He\u2019s also garrulous and flatulent, so you two are a great match. Together, you can explore Nanticok, Shickshinny, Ransom and Koonsville, etc. Four more bucks if you want to hear how you\u2019re going to die. It ain\u2019t pretty, but it never is. Time\u2019s up!\u201d<\/h5>\n
Time\u2019s up for this article as well. There\u2019s a great performance outside, so I must run out and see it, right this second. For my benefit, thousands of Koreans are acting just like Koreans. There is so much beauty and generosity, it\u2019s astounding. Ciao!<\/h5>\n
Linh Dinh\u2019s<\/em><\/strong> latest book is Postcards from the End of America<\/span><\/a>. He maintains a regularly updated photo blog<\/span><\/a>.<\/em><\/h5>\n

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