I try not to copy the scenes much from the episode, and it turns out to be like this.

Bold fonts = conversation in English

Italic fonts = conversation by walkie talkie

His Anniversary

Mo Yeon woke up early the next day and prepared for her first day of duty. Arrived at night the day before, the doctor didn’t have the opportunity to admire Albania. It had warm weather and bright sky, more or less like Urk. She and other doctors did a check up for children to eldest patients. During her break, she typed some messages to Si Jin, feeling gloomy for she knew today was his death anniversary.

A male doctor visited Mo Yeon in her tent when she was get ready to go to a desert nearby.

“Here...every doctor who leaves the camp must bring this,” he said while giving Mo Yeon a walkie talkie and smiled at her. “You’re going to the desert? Do you need company?” he asked. The male doctor was from England, and just like Mo Yeon, he was in Albania for volunteer duty.

Mo Yeon smiled. “No, thank you. It’s not far. I can go by myself.”

He nodded and looked over to the table full with food and fruit, and also wine. “What is that for?”

“Oh...” Mo Yeon almost grimaced, realizing there was no custom for preparing a table in Europe. “It’s a ceremonial table for death anniversary. I prepare the table because in my custom, the women will prepare for it.” She pointed at the wine bottle. “As for that wine...actually, I have to prepare for cheongju, but it doesn’t available here and I can’t take one from my country.”

“Cheongju?”

“It’s a traditional Korean wine made of rice.” Mo Yeon blinked when she realized she talked too much. “I’m sorry,” she chuckled.

The male doctor smiled. “It’s alright. This is the part why I love to work with doctors from around the world. I can learn their culture. But, you were saying about death anniversary? For who?”

Mo Yeon only sighed sadly. “Someone who is very important to me.” She took her small bag along with a bundle of flowers. “I won’t be long.”

“Ok...by the way, what is your call sign?”

Mo Yeon blinked.

Her call sign.

“Umm...I have one in Korean. It’s Pretty One in English.”

The male doctor chuckled. “It suits you, but I think Beauty is more appropriate for you.”

Mo Yeon only laughed lightly. “Ok.”

“I know it’s kind of late, but I’m sorry you lost someone important.”

The female doctor nodded glumly. “It’s ok.”

“Just take your time and oh...may I borrow your knife?”

“Sure.” Mo Yeon gave the doctor her knife before walking out from her tent.

Promising to return soon and taking the walkie talkie with her, Mo Yeon started to walk to the desert, bag and flowers in hand. The more she approached her destination, the heavier her heart felt. With each step she took, she would finally say goodbye to Si Jin.

When she arrived at the desert, she arranged some stones, as a custom in her country, and then set the flowers on the top of the stones. A lot of memories assaulted her mind, when he tied her hair, Si Jin’s promises, when he said he loved her, all of them just bringing sa