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I opened the window of the car and looked up the streets. All the colors, sounds and smells, Seoul never seen so alive before.

One year later:

Kim In Hi:

I walked down the Myeong Dong Street, thinking about my thesis I need to submit till Monday, cause if not- I won't be layer as I always wanted to be.
I still was thinking while I noticed that old man is looking at me. He was a portrait painter, some of his portraits looked so real, especially the portrait of Lee Min Ho- the famous actor, so I just paid him and he started to work about the portrait, without any word.
he was a little bit weird, maybe he had a slight squint, cause I felt that he sometimes he is looking at me, but sometimes not, once he even signaled me to move and when I did he seemed nervous about that move.
After half an hour he finished. I walked toward him hesitantly, no one ever tried to paint me; I was hoping not to be disappointed from the result of some wrinkles or something like that.
He handed me the portrait, which in a few seconds later just dropped from my trembling hands. The portrait picked up the portrait from the sidewalk, looking at me in a puzzled glance.
"From where did you know this man? From where?!?"  I asked through the flow of tears.
The painter just shook his head, looking more confused than me.
I looked again at the portrait. Portrait of two people, I looked at the taller one, the painted character who looked at mine-
I looked at my dead husband face.
T.o.p

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