[CONTENTID1] finale [/CONTENTID1]

[CONTENTID2]for the third time, he rose from his deep chair to pace the length of the room. he felt bored, deeply rooted. Well, it could be thus for the other day with an entry of 100 million won in his bankbook, he had at last acquired his million, the goal of his life. and now, with nothing more to strive for intensely, he was like a runner who had run his race and had nowhere to go. it was time, he thought, that he should make use of that million; he might travel around the world.

but he always thinks a girl named kyungsoo had she missed him? gad she cried? or if she’s finding him?

all these are questions bothered him every day, sometimes he smile when he remembered the most unforgettable moment he shared with her. but he was thinking what he did 10 years ago, running away from home had not been a good way, he reflected. It had hurt to leave his old parents and rest of the family, his boyhood friends and the girl he loved

suddenly, a wave of homesickness overpowered him. he stood up abruptly. “i am going home,” he told himself, “i am going home!”

“faster” he urged his chauffer, although the big limousine was now doing more than a hundred and the country-side fleeted past the glass window in blurred shadows of posts and trees. fast as the car ran, however, it was sunset when it drew to a stop to the chapel of a small town of Boseong.

alighting form the car, he stood rooted beside it for a while as he tried to see in the present community the old one he had remembered. nothing seemed familiar. save for a stone chapel, everything had changed. but then, after ten years. his old home should be some way there, about three hundred steps from that chapel, he remembered. he walked on eagerly and then anxiously as he made the last step. the old home was gone! the bricks are smash and the little flower garden