tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20520469724951064302024-03-21T05:49:36.086+09:00Out Our WindowsFollowing in the footsteps of OUT MY WINDOW, the NFB:Interactive 360° documentary project, students at KMLA reflectively look out their own windows, and connect to the world beyond.Mr. Garriochhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07985238654762130084noreply@blogger.comBlogger34125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2052046972495106430.post-58063690167601853032010-12-30T11:48:00.002+09:002011-02-09T12:14:54.535+09:00Highrise: From Korea to Toronto - By Amber Kim<div align="center" class="MsoNormalCxSpFirst" style="text-align: center;"><b><span lang="EN-US">Reflective Essay - Highrise: From Korea to Toronto</span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: center;"><b><span lang="EN-US">By Amber Kim</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><span lang="EN-US">Sam Gosling, the author of a recently released book called “Snoop: What Your Stuff Says about You,” asserts that just by looking at spaces or objects that are related to a specific individual, one can tell the observer about that person’s personality. In my house, my room is full of little ornaments that I like to collect. My little brother’s room is rather messy, but on the whole, it is quite tidy. My parents’ room is spacious and softly lighted. Overall, the place that I call home is cozy, comfortable, and warm. This indeed is my home sweet home, and where my heart is. These everyday observations might seem mundane, but they truly came into a deeper perspective when I came across "HIGHRISE" - a ground breaking "360 degree" documentary available for interactive viewing at Canada's National Film Board website.</span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US"> In a "highrise" in Toronto, Amchok, a Tibetan refugee, has found a place where he can call “home.” The ongoing documentary project, led by director Katrina Cizek, has continued over the last couple of years, and includes interactive activities for viewers - which serve to shed light on the human condition within highrises around the world. Through this experience, I explored Amchok's life, where he lives in a part of Toronto with a high ratio of immigrants. His life touched me, and it's immediately clear that he enjoys more privileges in Canada than his homeland could provide him. He can play his dranyen (Tibetan lute) whenever he wants to, be with his family, and is free from China’s religious and cultural oppression.</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><span lang="EN-US">The apartment that Amchok lives in is uniquely decorated - like a small Tibet placed in Canada. The poster of His Holiness, the Dalai Lama, a flag of Tibet, and seemingly-made-in -Tibet carpets exist proudly in his living room. The clothes Amchok and his family wear, the songs they sing, and the instruments they play are all traces of the Tibetan heritage. Although Amchok lives in a foreign country, he preserves the culture of his origin vividly. In addition, just by looking at Amchok and his family dancing and singing together, their love is clear. Both adults and children seem to enjoy their life fully. They seem to be one perfectly happy family that is satisfied with the present moment. Observing them, I wondered if the common experience of going through the pressure under Chinese control and escaping it might be the thing that peacefully unites and strengthens them. While everyone possesses a strong sense of belonging and love of one’s true home, Amchok appears to go further. But while all seems ideal, and Canada a safe-haven, their are issues confronting Amchok and many other immigrants like him. "Highrise-ation" has continued to progress and create suburbs, which causes segregation in expanding cities like Toronto. Available housing at affordable prices is an issue, and one has to wonder if cultures truly mix in such cases. However, regardless of the social separation, Amchok, a Tibetan, feels happy to have a place to call “home,” which made me think of my own.</span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><span lang="EN-US">I began to ask myself questions. What about Korea's highrises? According to Charlie, my American friend who is currently living in Korea, the highrises in Korea are like “Stalinist era apartment buildings.” I had never thought of them this way, but Charlie did point out the extreme state of uniformity of apartments in Korea. He added that it seems most of the apartments are built in “rows” as if they are strictly for workers to sleep in - when not “working!” He added that Korean homes look isolated and sterile. Perhaps. But I replied by explaining that what should be examined about the highrises in Korea is the interior and the content of them, not just the exterior. </span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US">Compared to Western housing, Korean homes are designed more for the utilitarian functions of family, rather than for impressing guests or serving recreation. I remember often seeing the saying “My door is always open” when I lived in America. The culture in the west is definitely more likely to open its doors, and to invite people in. Koreans are different. They perceive “home” as a very private place, not to be easily visited by outsiders. No matter how much a Korean dwelling looks isolated and closed off from the outside, the inside is completely opposite; rather, it is a place where dining, watching television, and chatting occur in the same space, thus more sharing and intimate. Hideaways and privacy are hard to come by, and our culture doesn't stress a need for this. There's an odd mix of exclusion and total inclusion, and the population density is an expression of it. Parking is a good example. </span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><span lang="EN-US">My home in Changwon could be characterized by what I mentioned above about the general Korean highrise, but there is something more special to it. I find the uniqueness of the apartment that I live in to be the relatively small size of the building: my apartment consists of only five floors! Because my home is a low flat, and I live on the fourth floor, when I open the window, I can hear almost everything that passerbys talk about. Others may think that this is little bit disturbing; however, for me, listening to what is going around outside my home is as if I am reading different types of amazing books. I hear young girls gleefully laughing and chatting, drunken people shouting out loud about their discontent toward the world, and lovers enjoying their tug-of-war. The bustling sound outside my window has never been a distraction to me, but an energizer in my life. One more thing that I cannot possibly forget to mention is that a beautiful lake is positioned right in front of my house. This is the second special feature about my place. Nature exists right between the small gaps of the dense forest of buildings. Over seventy percent of Korean land is occupied by mountainous regions. Therefore, instead of building “out”, Koreans are forced to build “up”(although this is not the case with my five-story highrise.) The surrounding nature, a special feature of the place I live, gives me peace and joy.</span></div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle"><span lang="EN-US">I recall that no more than 10 years ago, I used to brag about where I lived, to my friends, because Ilived in the 25th floor, possibly the highest at that time. Now that new highrises are built more higher and in large quantities, it would look foolish to brag now. Sometimes, when I think about what a highrise means to people, I am heartbroken. These days, a highrise seems to be considered as a place where people sleep and live, rather than as a place with love and family. Therefore, seeing the case of Amchok truly delighted me, since in Amchok’s highrise, there was love, family, plus music. The time of hastily producing the same shape buildings is not a significant issue at present. Rather, what people ought to feel inside the highrises, and what needs to come across people’s minds when they hear the term “highrise” or “home” are the immediate matters in question to be resolved.</span></div>Mr. Garriochhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07985238654762130084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2052046972495106430.post-53965356389895375052010-12-22T17:06:00.000+09:002010-12-22T17:06:29.448+09:00After staying 10 minutes on a homepage…"After staying 10 minutes on a homepage…"<br />
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HIGHRISE is a documentary project about human lives in diverse cultures and countries. There are 13 regions available to travel on the HIGHRISE homepage.<a href="http://interactive.nfb.ca/#/outmywindow"></a> Among them I chose Durdan who lives in Istanbul, Turkey. The story of Durdan in HIGHRISE gave not only information about her personal life, but also about the history of her society. Through the four things out of her window, which are letters, a front stoop, copper plates and a squat she explained hidden stories about herself and the life of women in Turkey. Especially about squat, there are some similarities with Korea, because of the historical background after the Second World War. On the other hand, some things were slightly dissimilar with me based on cultural difference.<br />
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In Istanbul, 65 percent of the whole population lived in self-built squatter homes. During the “gecekondu” ear, people started to build homes by themselves, then as apartmentization started people built apartment by floors from their hands. Durdan also built her house by herself after she bought one floor of the building. She started from raw concrete. The 1970s was a similar ear in Korea. Korean people started to change the traditional house styles: tile-roofed and thatched-roof houses to western style, brick houses. It was called the Sameaeul Movement to make a new village. This is quite different from Durdan’s experience. However, what I found these two countries had in common at that time was facing westernization. Turkey and Korea both found necessity to adopt western technologies to develop economically, militarily and politically after the Second World War. Therefore, they tried several ways to achieve that goal and the consequences of the change were quite successful, considering current GDP rankings of both countries. However, problems still remain. Most of the self-built squatter homes remain in an unstable condition in Istanbul, similar to the poor hillside villages in Seoul. They maintain an unfinished situation with rebars ready for building new floors, although there are no possible owners who have enough money to buy the floors. Moreover, most of the city’s self-built buildings are not earthquake-proof; Istanbul even sits on an active earthquake fault line.<br />
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Four million people of Turkish descent live in Germany. In Durdan’s case, Durdan’s parents died there, five of Durdan’s siblings live there and her son lives there. Letters on her table are from her son about his life in Germany. The reason for that isn’t specifically mentioned in the HIGHRISE. It might be because of the economy policy as it was in Korea. After the Second World War, Germany needed people to work for the miracle of the Rhine River. Because of the cheap prices, they used foreign workers. Generally they were Koreans; I suppose there were some Turks. Nowadays there are not many Koreans who remain in Germany compared to the past, but according to the last texts of Durdan’s letter story, there are some Turks who still remain in Germany.<br />
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Copper plates in Durdan’s house have a quite different story from the letters and the squats. If stories behind her letters and her self-built squatter homes are about the historical background of Turkey, then the story behind her copper plates is about personal experience. At first, copper plates in her cabinet look like these are for display, so I didn’t expect her story relates with the plates. Actually, the plates were shared with all her family members in her early years because of the economic hardship. They are kind of a trace of the past to her, similar to how paintings and plaster casts in my house are to my mother. Different from Durdan’s house, there are not many factors in my house which represents me, my family, my hometown, or Korean history and society. If there is one thing that could represent those things that could be the paintings and plaster casts as the trace of my mother.<br />
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Before I was born, my mother was an artist. She was not as famous as the names that usually cross one’s mind when we hear the word “artist,” but she had several exhibitions and continued her work. Although, after me and my sister were born and something happened to my father, she couldn’t continue her work until recently. Therefore, a lot of books about arts, easels, watercolors, oil paints, brushes, and plaster casts are left in my house, still dreaming of revival.<br />
The front stoop is the thing that shows a cultural difference between Turkey and Korea. Perhaps it is more appropriate to say that the difference is the structure of the apartment. In Durdan’s self-built squatter house, there is a place between her floor and stairs. She uses this place for meeting neighbors with tea. She said that this is a tradition of Turkey, to make a place for greeting neighbors in front of the house. In Korea, there is no place for meeting in the apartment. People enter straight to their house after they ride the elevator or climb stairs. Comparatively, that is a desolate landscape. <br />
Through Durdan’s story in the HIGHRISE, I learned a lot about Turkey, more than my first expectations. I also recognized that the stories of me, my family, my hometown and my country are hidden somewhere in my house and out of my window, although I couldn’t find much even after watching HIGHRISE. It was surprise to me to recognize the facts only through the model of the house that Turkey had quite a similar historical background for Korea, and yet very different cultures.Mr. Garriochhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07985238654762130084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2052046972495106430.post-14173428718163562112010-12-22T15:57:00.003+09:002011-01-22T10:49:16.756+09:00Highrise<div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: right;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: 맑은 고딕;">091124 MinKyung Jun</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGatEj8v751ZLXtYCR0W6jK90j9L3sTmuIL32Smg77Rx09KsKlOo-OsVzooTL3395OsI6Y-Qea3ugOHLXT01mPuJmd0hoYDf7HShWPvMwOx2x6GATE7gEyqQTmcBc08f0HdQuLAULChHYf/s1600/297161.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGatEj8v751ZLXtYCR0W6jK90j9L3sTmuIL32Smg77Rx09KsKlOo-OsVzooTL3395OsI6Y-Qea3ugOHLXT01mPuJmd0hoYDf7HShWPvMwOx2x6GATE7gEyqQTmcBc08f0HdQuLAULChHYf/s320/297161.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-indent: 40pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><shapetype coordsize="21600,21600" filled="f" id="_x0000_t75" o:preferrelative="t" o:spt="75" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" stroked="f"><stroke joinstyle="miter"></stroke><formulas><f eqn="if lineDrawn pixelLineWidth 0"></f><f eqn="sum @0 1 0"></f><f eqn="sum 0 0 @1"></f><f eqn="prod @2 1 2"></f><f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth"></f><f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight"></f><f eqn="sum @0 0 1"></f><f eqn="prod @6 1 2"></f><f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelWidth"></f><f eqn="sum @8 21600 0"></f><f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelHeight"></f><f eqn="sum @10 21600 0"></f></formulas><path gradientshapeok="t" o:connecttype="rect" o:extrusionok="f"></path><lock aspectratio="t" v:ext="edit"></lock></shapetype><shape alt="297161.jpg" id="그림_x0020_1" o:spid="_x0000_s1027" style="height: 179.6pt; left: 0px; margin-left: -1.55pt; margin-top: 102.4pt; position: absolute; text-align: left; visibility: visible; width: 269.65pt; z-index: -2;" type="#_x0000_t75" wrapcoords="-120 0 -120 21468 21628 21468 21628 0 -120 0"><span style="font-family: 맑은 고딕;"><imagedata o:title="297161" src="file:///C:%5CUsers%5Chp%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_image001.jpg"></imagedata><wrap type="tight"></wrap></span></shape></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: 맑은 고딕;">The capital city of Netherlands, Amsterdam, is one of the key transportation center including airport, highways, and railroads. Actually, there is an airport in Amsterdam in which a couple of plane crashes happened and killed many people. Zanillya, a woman who lived in Amsterdam for 11 years, introduce a part of Amsterdam, Bijlmermeer, as a peaceful region with lots and lots of trees. She states that there are roughly 138 different cultures in the area. These different cultures, people and the foods are what Bijlmermeer is famous for. In addition, it’s a free place where diversity of people is well recognized. People can practice any religious beliefs. Zanillya’s father, in particular, believes that these diverse religions are actually all one religion, so he has all kinds of religious items, including Buddhism, Jewish, and Star of Davis, at home. Furthermore, the vibe or free ambiance during the festival is so famous that many people visit Amsterdam. Zanillya likes music, poetry, acting, and a variety of entertainment. Her dad was an artist who wrote famous songs that had great hits as well. She likes to listen and make fusion music that combines 1970s discos, pops, world music, hip hop, and rap. The fact that her mother is Gypsy is one of the reasons she likes to make fusion music. </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-indent: 40pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: 맑은 고딕;">After seeing and listening to the description of Amsterdam from Zanillya, it seems to me that Amsterdam is a very free place where diverse cultures integrate wholly and lots of festivals take place. I liked the ambiance of liveliness of festivals where many cultures can be mixed together. In contrast, Republic of South Korea is a country without much diversity in cultures. Korea had stayed to have one ethnicity before the 20<sup>th</sup> century. As time passed and the globalization took process, more and more immigrants from foreign countries came to Korea. Some of them worked as teachers, others worked as employees in factories and most women got married to Korean farmers in the countryside or went to small restaurant to work as a waitress. As a result of these phenomena of globalization and immigration, the ethnicity became more diverse in Korea. Still, compared to other countries, the cultural diversity is very little. However, most Korean people are trying to be nice to immigrants and the number of immigrants is increasing constantly these days.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-indent: 40pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: 맑은 고딕;">I’ve been living in the same town for 13 years. GwaCheon is a small, but very peaceful city to live without any clubs, with very low crime rate and a good system for children education. The good system for education is the main reason many parents with little children live in GwaCheon. For example, when I succeeded in getting admission from KMLA, the whole city congratulated me because the citizens were highly interested in education. There are four small elementary schools, two big middle schools, and four big high schools. I enjoyed my life in middle school because the educational system was very well-developed and it fitted well to me. Because Korea protects people’s right to practice religion freely, some people in Gwacheon believe in a heterodoxy called the God, the earth, and the sky. In the center of the city, there is a big temple for the religion where people pray and practice their religion. Many catholic and Christian churches exist, as well. There is also a Buddhist temple near Mt. GwanAak. I do not believe in any of the religion, so I’ve never been to any of them. Next to one of the Christian churches, there are the city municipal office and the national government building. It takes 10-minutes to get there from my house.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-indent: 40pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><shape alt="제목 없음35667.jpg" id="그림_x0020_0" o:spid="_x0000_s1026" style="height: 161.4pt; left: 0px; margin-left: 181.85pt; margin-top: -0.95pt; position: absolute; text-align: left; visibility: visible; width: 269.05pt; z-index: -1;" type="#_x0000_t75" wrapcoords="-120 0 -120 21480 21556 21480 21556 0 -120 0"><span style="font-family: 맑은 고딕;"><imagedata o:title="제목 없음35667" src="file:///C:%5CUsers%5Chp%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_image003.jpg"></imagedata><wrap type="tight"></wrap></span></shape></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: 맑은 고딕;">There is a small hill right in front of my house where many people climb for exercise. There are many different kinds of trees. I used to go there every day when I was young, but it’s not easy to do so these days because I became so busy studying. The residents in my apartment can enjoy not only the hill and the trees, but also the markets located next to the small hill. It’s easy for people to get items they need. I can see the hill when taking a rest and lying on the sofa in the living room. I can also watch television through huge TV screen on the wall. There are a few dusts on the air conditioner next to the TV. It seems like my family hasn’t used it for several months. In the middle of the living room, there is a small table which has nothing on it but a vase full of flowers. My family and I usually take time together talking on this table. </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-indent: 40pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: 맑은 고딕;">I spend my private spare time in one of the rooms, a small room where there are a desk and two bookcases standing next to it. I see a bunch of books stacked on my wide brown desk. Those books include Death of a Salesman, Great Gatsby, and The Color Purple. Behind the desk lies a black chair in which I can take a rest while studying. This is my room where I can spend my private spare time. The thing I like the most in my room is bed which has a big yellow pillow with teddy bear pictures on it, and soft comfortable quilt. </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-indent: 40pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: 맑은 고딕;">My bed and the trees near my house best represent me because first of all, the word comfort among many different characteristics best represents me. I am a person who can make others feel comfortable when they are with me. I listen to their secret problems and make good advice to them, and I believe that my bed and I have the characteristic in common. In addition, I love trees and the environment. No one can cast doubts on my love for the environment and effort to preserve it. In order to preserve the environment, I became vegetarian and enrolled in clubs to save the environment. Therefore, I believe that my bed and the trees near my house best represent me.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-indent: 40pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-indent: 40pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: 맑은 고딕;"><a href="http://prezi.com/prwg9cmzobz_/copy-of-how-we-rock-out-kmla/">http://prezi.com/prwg9cmzobz_/copy-of-how-we-rock-out-kmla/</a></span></span></div>Mr. Garriochhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07985238654762130084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2052046972495106430.post-28849499608313133232010-12-22T11:57:00.001+09:002010-12-22T12:00:58.683+09:00Home, Sweet Home - Sanghun LeeIt was the English Composition class when I first came across the Highrise website. The scenes of Johannesburg struck me. People were robbed in Johannesburg. They were robbed of their safety and happiness. As I walked back towards my dormitory, I kept thinking about the horrified faces that peered from behind the broken walls.<br />
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Room 404, Korean Minjok Leadership Academy's school dormitory. I look at the spider trapped in the double window. I open the window and let it in. Outside it is dark. I check my watch -- four o'clock. It should not be this dark yet. The hailstorm must have brought the clouds with it. The tapping of the ice on the ground becomes clearer and louder as I lean toward the window. Soon the taps are thuds, and then bangs echoing the front yard. Sounds like gunshots.<br />
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Gunshots. The echo of a distant gunshot makes the knives shiver as the family sits down around the chicken. Chicken is rare for dinner. This time it took two hours to do it properly, because water has been cut off in the apartment. The apartment hijacker who took over the owners has blocked water. The residents call him "Hitler". The family has been paying rent every months, though -- ever since the woman who lived alone next door refused to pay and died the next day. And just last month, two bodies were found in the apartment dump. And one with only one eyeball, too.<br />
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Out the window is an old building under renewal. This, too, was a hijacked apartment until the eKhaya threw out the hijackers two weeks ago. People say that the workers there found a debris of a skull immured in the elevator. There will be no more deaths, though. The eKhaya is bringing security. People no longer drink or do drugs. They do not throw objects out the window -- just this apartment. Soon peace will reach here as well. Bang, a gunshot.<br />
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This is the story of Johannesburg. Highrise of old buildings and maze of filthy streets, the haven of all criminals. Thankfully, I have never seen such violence in my hometown, never lived in such a chaos. My own town up in Seoul has dirty streets and dilapidated houses, too, but I heve never found terror in them. Instead, I have found beauty and peace.<br />
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My home, West Ichon, is an old place predominantly settled by the poor, much like Johannesburg. When I looked out my window, normally I would see an uneven line of old and dirty houses, in rainy days a dismal sight, but when the sun was high and the sky was blue, I would see a beautiful picture of a peaceful country village, one that the President could proudly hang on his bedroom wall. Just out the window on the opposite side of the house, I could see the Han River. Every once in a while when I woke up early in twilight, I would see the river that glowed in blue and the silhouette of skyscrapers that embroidered the horizon.<br />
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Indeed, the people there were peaceful. When the few students who live here headed off to school early in the morning, old ladies came out and gathered around an old tree and sat on the bench there to chat. Some others would take a walk. And I could feel the peace in my room. Just by looking out my window my troubles would fade away. My family enjoyed the peace there. We always watched birds that sat on the tree branches outside, and in autumn picked persimmons off the branhes to eat with dinner.<br />
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If my home is peaceful, the student dormitory in which I now live is active to its heart. Every now and then I hear voices shouting out pleasure and people singing as they walk in the corridors. In the morning, as early as six o'clock, people begin to wake up and run out to do their morning exercise. Morning is a lively frenzy when people fill the cafeteria, when they gobble up thier food and run back to their rooms, clean their rooms and finish their neglected homework. At night, people work their eyes on books or chat with their roommates. At nine o'clock, I can hear people singing and playing guitar and people having (playful) fistfights on their beds.<br />
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The dorm is the only highrise in this region. Cafeteria is the highest floor, so there I can see everything outside -- miniature people walking to classes, farmers beginning their work outside of the school's boundary, and cars passing by the highway. Small buildings, trees, and half of Mt. Deokgo. From the dormitory cafeteria I can see the entire Sosa. When snow comes, many people breaks the law to gather on the roof and meet the first snow of the year. Sometimes people go up on their own to see the stars and enjoy the peace and solitude. The dormitory supplies the students with everything from work to rest, and from sadness to happiness.<br />
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I do not live in slums where people disappear after gunfights; I do not live under hijackers who constantly threat the lives of my family. Artefacts are found in construction sites, not skulls. From my birth, I have lived in the most peaceful places (however poor), and I have never worried about drugs, weapons, and death that the dwellers of Johannesburg have to consider all the time. Never have I been thankful for my environment, however.<br />
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The spider that I just let in is busily building its home under my desk. Now that I come to think about home, I have always felt home a home. Out my window, the hail has changed to snow. Perhaps I should be a lot more thankful for my life.Mr. Garriochhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07985238654762130084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2052046972495106430.post-90413731861662214472010-12-22T09:45:00.000+09:002010-12-22T09:45:34.907+09:00Amy's Bookshelf<div style="width:425px" id="__ss_6281352"><strong style="display:block;margin:12px 0 4px"><a href="http://www.slideshare.net/amystar1115/amys-bookshelf" title="Amy’s bookshelf">Amy’s bookshelf</a></strong><object id="__sse6281352" width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://static.slidesharecdn.com/swf/ssplayer2.swf?doc=amysbookshelf-101221183750-phpapp01&stripped_title=amys-bookshelf&userName=amystar1115" /><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"/><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/><embed name="__sse6281352" src="http://static.slidesharecdn.com/swf/ssplayer2.swf?doc=amysbookshelf-101221183750-phpapp01&stripped_title=amys-bookshelf&userName=amystar1115" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="355"></embed></object><div style="padding:5px 0 12px">View more <a href="http://www.slideshare.net/">presentations</a> from <a href="http://www.slideshare.net/amystar1115">amystar1115</a>.</div></div><br />
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This is a presentation about books and authors that I loved as a child.<br />
It also discusses how these books have influenced me.<br />
After watching this presentation, I hope that you too think about the books that you loved reading as a child, and think how they have played a role in creating who you are today.Mr. Garriochhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07985238654762130084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2052046972495106430.post-6931598741510700152010-12-22T09:18:00.000+09:002010-12-22T09:18:14.676+09:00Out My Window - Two Houses, One Problem<m:smallfrac m:val="off"> <m:dispdef> <m:lmargin m:val="0"> <m:rmargin m:val="0"> <m:defjc m:val="centerGroup"> <m:wrapindent m:val="1440"> <m:intlim m:val="subSup"> <m:narylim m:val="undOvr"> </m:narylim></m:intlim> </m:wrapindent> </m:defjc></m:rmargin></m:lmargin></m:dispdef></m:smallfrac><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><span lang="EN-US"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"> As the documentary director <a href="http://filmmakerinresidence.nfb.ca/blog/?page_id=7">Katerina Cizek</a> rightly points out, concrete residential buildings are the most commonly built form of the last century. You can literally see them all over the world. But although these buildings all look grey, boring and identical on the outside, they are full of diverse rich cultures on the inside. These high rise buildings are the “containers” of our human’s everyday lives. Thus the building is filled with culture unique to the country and the city it is situated in. In exploring two high rise building apartments of two very different countries, South Korea and Bangalore, it was interesting to realize how, in essence, the two houses are very similar. Not only are they the homes of relatively privileged people but they also symbolize a social problem common to most urban cities around the world. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"> Even at a slight glance, the residence of Akshadha and her parents seems to be extremely modern and luxurious. All the furniture in the living room and in the kitchen is of the highest quality. The TV screen on one side of the room fills the whole wall, a size not easily found in most houses even in Korea. Also, Abhishek, Akshadha’s father, is using a laptop, an electronic device that 92% of the Bangalore people not working in the IT industry probably cannot even dream of owning. The entire collection of cutlery in the kitchen is made out of stainless steel, and looks almost new. In addition, Akshadha and both her parents are wearing modern westernized clothes, and only in one of the short clips does Akshadha’s mother wear the traditional Sahari. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtUUWaZRK8JT26p-JmnlTeK_5K7lkKbmvknDmugVSgHlXVA0PtcByxtxvdm0PM7BHIdGKMY9DKfbv-xu6r4VnRrcqd891bXSdQ79qpJ-fORjNieZ7IOO6r_0gmJQvfZJDVnmuNHtfRDOc8/s1600/Highrise+%25EB%258F%2584%25EB%25B9%2584.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="193" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtUUWaZRK8JT26p-JmnlTeK_5K7lkKbmvknDmugVSgHlXVA0PtcByxtxvdm0PM7BHIdGKMY9DKfbv-xu6r4VnRrcqd891bXSdQ79qpJ-fORjNieZ7IOO6r_0gmJQvfZJDVnmuNHtfRDOc8/s320/Highrise+%25EB%258F%2584%25EB%25B9%2584.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"> Akshadha’s opulent house, filled with modern technology and rich and lavish colors, creates a sharp contrast with the dismal environment in which the Dhobi’s work in. Dhobi is the Hindi word for Laundry Washer. They work in the basements of the apartment building washing and ironing the clothes of the people living there. They work in inadequate conditions as they have to stay in the underground parking lot all day and drink in the bad air created by the cars parked right next to them. In biting contrast with the modern kitchenware in Akshadha’s house, Vishwarama, the laundry washer, uses an iron which seems to be fit more for the 19<sup>th</sup> century rather than for the 21<sup>st</sup>. What’s more depressing about this picture is that Vishwarama’s young daughter lies on the cold hard floor with only a few blankets to cover her, waiting for her mother and father to finish work. For sure the bad air in the basement will not be good for the young child.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw7lbwACctHpH8_-5IyuLDV0UYf51uxbxqOjQrAo2SoXTPmujkmPqu5DUTiKAqKRvI-XuXbIW6FE2XzftpWJNNk0ZdN24taag3LZamLZoVIxMTWS0uTGS26uGg5bP0KCPnb_KEOX_InAw8/s1600/Highrise+%25EB%25A9%2588%25EC%25B6%25A4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a></div><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"> The disparity between the rich and the poor can be more clearly noticed in the view seen through the window. Looking out of the window, the viewers can see that Akshadha’s house is one of a few high rise buildings within Bangalore. The rest of the buildings are relatively low, only about 5 stories tall. Akshadha lives in a gated high rise community where people from mostly the IT firms live. Although Bangalore is known as the Silicon Valley of India, in reality IT workers constitute only 8% of all workers in Bangalore. The rest, like Vishwarama, hold other jobs, mostly in the service industry, catering to this 8%. The buildings explicitly manifest this difference between the 8% who are wealthy enough to live in well-furnished well-protected buildings, and the 92% who barely manage to live in dirty and old buildings by working for the 8%. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw7lbwACctHpH8_-5IyuLDV0UYf51uxbxqOjQrAo2SoXTPmujkmPqu5DUTiKAqKRvI-XuXbIW6FE2XzftpWJNNk0ZdN24taag3LZamLZoVIxMTWS0uTGS26uGg5bP0KCPnb_KEOX_InAw8/s1600/Highrise+%25EB%25A9%2588%25EC%25B6%25A4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="193" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw7lbwACctHpH8_-5IyuLDV0UYf51uxbxqOjQrAo2SoXTPmujkmPqu5DUTiKAqKRvI-XuXbIW6FE2XzftpWJNNk0ZdN24taag3LZamLZoVIxMTWS0uTGS26uGg5bP0KCPnb_KEOX_InAw8/s320/Highrise+%25EB%25A9%2588%25EC%25B6%25A4.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"> The problem seems to be getting worse in Bangalore. The construction sites which can be seen from the window are all in a halt. Akshadha’s father tells us that around 3,500 to 4,000 apartments were planned to be built, until all construction stopped because of the recession. He goes on telling us how all the builders are out of money, because while the prices of steel and cement are soaring up, there is nobody booking new flats. In Bangalore they call these construction sites “Ghost Buildings.”</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"> Exploring the pictures taken of Akshadha’s home and the view from the window and looking at the short video clips, it was very surprising that there were quite a lot of corresponding features between my house and hers. First, within the house, the furniture, electric appliances and the overall atmosphere are very similar. Both houses have a long sofa, table, dining table, TV and a simple shelf. The furniture in both houses is of dark color and the overall atmosphere is warm and relaxing. In addition, since both houses have a young child, there are some objects in the living room which tells the viewers of the existence of a child, such as a doll.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"> However, there are some important contrasts between the interior of the two houses. In my house, lives my baby sister who is 10 years old. One of them is that there is a piano and some plants in my house which cannot be found in Akshadha’s. Both the piano and the plants have great sentimental value for my family. The piano was my uncle’s when he was young. He gave it to me when I was born, and since I no longer play the piano my sister uses it. So it has been in our family for over 30 years now. On top of the piano, there are two big framed paintings. Both of them were drawn by me and colored by my cousins. In the first picture, all members of my family including my grandparents are drawn as mermaids. In the second, all members of my family are drawn as playing on the moon and the stars. The plants in my house were given by my grandparents. The tallest tree behind the sofa was a young tree when my parents got married. My grandparents gave it to my parents as a wedding gift, and over the course of 18 years of marriage life it has grown in to a grand tree. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"> Another feature worth comparing between my house and Akshadha’s is the laundry. In Akshadha’s house the Dhobi washes and irons the clothes of the residents in the basement parking lot. Similarly, there is a coin washing room in the basement of our apartment. An important difference is that it is a machine which is doing the laundry in our apartment’s washing room. Taking into consideration Akshadha’s father’s laptop and the size of the TV screen, it is very strange that the Dhobis are doing the washing and ironing using very outdated tools. The disparity between the rich and the poor represented by the Dhobis is quite shocking and deplorable. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"> As it was with the view seen from Akshadha’s window, the view from my house tells us about the many social problems within Seoul and further on, within Korea. The most obvious problem is overpopulation. Seoul currently has a population of over 10 million people and it is growing every day. In order to accommodate this burgeoning population, buildings are being constructed wherever it is possible. There are even houses built directly below the mountain which is detrimental for the natural environment. In addition, due to this massive population, the roads are filled with traffic at all hours. This causes further environmental problems such as air pollution, a problem that Bangalore seems not yet to be struggling with. The view from the window of my house is mainly grey partly because it rained hailstorms later that afternoon, and partly because of the air pollution caused by the traffic.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"> On the other hand, another problem is that the gap between the rich and the poor in Seoul is almost as large as its population. The buildings near the Han River are noticeably taller and grander than the buildings far away from the Han River. The buildings near the Han River are widely coveted because they provide a magnificent view. However, only a few minutes away from the Han River and the buildings are all tenement houses with much lower prices and poorer living conditions. The prejudice that Seoul is full of high sky-scrapers and tall apartment buildings shows only a part of the story, as there are still many people living in tenements a few kilometers away from the Han River. Just like Bangalore, Seoul is suffering from polarization between the rich and the poor.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"> Two houses and two cities that are so different yet so similar. On the surface, these two houses and two cities do not seem to have much in common. Obviously there are much more high rising buildings and cars within Seoul, and obviously the furniture and interior design of the two houses cannot be the same. However, these differences are only superficial since these two houses and two cities are, in their essence, very similar to one another. For one, both houses host relatively financially privileged people. This explains the similarity in the choice of furniture and household electric appliances. On the other hand, both cities are suffering from a severe phenomenon of polarization, where the rich cannot even bear to live among those poorer than them, shutting these people out by gates. This widening disparity between the rich and the poor is not just a problem limited in Bangalore and Seoul. It is a problem common in all the areas that are becoming urbanized, and it is a problem which needs to be urgently addressed. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div>Mr. Garriochhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07985238654762130084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2052046972495106430.post-88390797443579147512010-12-20T10:48:00.005+09:002010-12-20T10:52:29.689+09:00My Childhood, DK<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 40.0pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">When people think of high rise buildings, they think of fabulous lives that people who reside in that building would have. However, what about lives of people who build the high rise buildings? The clip I saw was from Phnom Penh, the capital of Cambodia. Cambodia, which is in Asia, shares same cultural area with Korea with the religion, Buddhism. However, level of living in Cambodia is far behind than that of Korea due to its miserable history. Korea, also had tragic history but recovered fast, but Cambodia was deadlocked for a long period due to imperialism and political chaos. Therefore, it is developing only recently. The clip is the story of working class of Cambodia.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> One Cambodian woman appears and narrates her story; how she lives and how she works. She was formally a farmer, raising rice, but it became impossible since her cows died. Therefore, she makes her living by working in the construction areas. She makes $1 to $1.85 per hour which is not so much. She says her country needs more tourists to make more money and says Koreans or Europeans will live in building that she builds. She says she can live in the building for the short period before real owners move in for joke and says she would not able to afford this high rise building; she laughs while saying this. She says, “I want to live high up, so I can see far, far away.” she is not so rich, actually she is rather poor. She is working to construct a building that she would not be able to afford. But she laughs away her hard situation. I assume, this is possible because she has a hope. One man also appears in the clip. He says he is working in construction area when it is not farming season. He says he made a lot of friends, knowing each other for 4 to 5 years but he prefers to live quietly. He says it is hard to keep his lifestyle, living and working with people with different lifestyles together. He says he regrets that he stopped studying because of his poor family background. He says he likes Khmer style, which has harp towers and bright, more than modern style; It shows he misses the past and wants to return.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"> When I was young I lived in <span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: black;">Uijeongbu-si, Gyeonggi-do. I was born there, having lived there for my entire life until I was seven. My grandparents did not help my parents financially so they started from the bottom. My family lived in semi-basement; it was not a favorable place but I never thought of other places that I might live in because I admired that place so much. It was the only world that I knew. My father worked in office and my mother worked as well at that time. She was running video rental shop and my father helped her out after he returned from work. Knowing nothing, I was just happy that I could watch almost every movies and cartoon films. I lived in a small village where all the neighbors knew each other. Adults took care of children in town taking turns. It was acceptable for kids to visit neighbors’ house at any time. Elders took children to mountains and lakes at weekends, playing treasure hunt. We watched fireworks at night together when the near American Army Base set it off. Even I moved to near apartment and then to Bundang, it was precious experience in my life that I learned affection and care for others. The most important thing was that my family and I were happy there. It might not be appropriate to use the word “happy” since it is elementary word, but no word can replace it; we were just “happy”. My family had a hope and confidence about the future.</span><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: black;"> When I was watching the clip, it reminded me of my personal experience and touched my heart. My family always wished to live a better life like the women in the clip wishes. My family worked hard and tried hard to raise our quality of living. We went travel frequently, learned scuba diving, ate healthy food, and so on. However, it is true that there existed time that we wanted to go back, just like the Cambodian man wishes. It was not a perfect paradise after we moved to Bundang. For me, Bundang was a totally different place that I have never experienced, so it was hard to make friend at first. I was lonely; it was hard time that I had no friends, having no one to play with. As time passed, I made friends, but I had to compete to survive. I not only had to study but also had to solve conflicts with my friends and so on that I would not fall behind. It was harsh for me even I was so young. My family suffered for reasons that I do not know. In this period, I felt like I lost some virtues that I had </span></span><span lang="EN-US">in <span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color: black;">Uijeongbu. My family and I wanted to go back to time we lived in Uijeongbu; it seemed that we had nothing to worry at there. However, my family overcame with problems that seemed insoluble. Now, I know the virtues that I almost lost; they are confidence and hope. I believe, with those, people can overcome any difficult situation like I did. People would achieve things that they wished, when they bear adversity with those virtues. I wish I could endure all the hardships afterwards and also the Cambodian woman and man could, laughing problems away like the woman did.</span></span></span></span>Mr. Garriochhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07985238654762130084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2052046972495106430.post-13183882943542823232010-12-20T00:28:00.003+09:002010-12-20T00:40:28.212+09:00Amchok and Tibet, Me and Home<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-indent: 25pt;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-indent: 25pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: 맑은 고딕;">Out My Window is a new type of documentary that blurs the boundary between the producer and the audience. It describes the lives of people in different highrises, in different cities, in different countries through different methods. This is where I met Amchok. </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-indent: 25pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-indent: 25pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: 맑은 고딕;">In a 360 degrees rotational music video, Amchok sings “Snowland,” a song he composed in Tibetan. Listening to his song, one can instantly tell that he is proud of being Tibetan. His longing for his country, his love for Tibet is deeply embedded throughout the song. To me, Tibet is a mysterious country. Although I like reading, I have never encountered a book about Tibet, much less been to Tibet itself. Seeing Tibet through Toronto was unexpected. Seeing myself, my home through Toronto, was even more unexpected.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-indent: 25pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: 맑은 고딕;">Amchok is a musician who lives in an apartment in Toronto. His apartment very much resembles his character. It’s simple and warm with a touch of religion. Although not luxurious, the house is ornamented to the right degree. </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-indent: 25pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: 맑은 고딕;">To Amchok, music is not merely a hobby. It is a fundamental piece that makes him what he is. It is a gateway to meet new people, express himself, and keep his family in harmony. He sang in front of Dali Lama a couple of times as well. To me, reading is not a petty time killer. It is an escape route from reality. A door to the adventures and journeys I cannot experience first hand. Checking off each bullet from a list of things to complete each week, the days fall into a simple routine from school to dormitory, and back. Books serve as a spark in between the checks.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-indent: 25pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: 맑은 고딕;">Beside his bed, there is a small model of a yak. Tibet preserved in a small figure. Back in Tibet, Amchok’s family was not well off. He lived in houses made of mud, which had no windows. In the summer when he lived in a tent made from animal hair, he would see animals through the fur. Motor vehicles could not be seen, except for an occasional airplane that would pass by once every two or three years. To be forced away from the place of memories, friends and family. To look out the window, and see a completely different world. I am under no such oppression, and no such power forced me to live in a dormitory; it was from my own choice. Nonetheless the words of Amchok bring a slight heartache. </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-char-indent-count: 2.5; text-indent: 25pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: 맑은 고딕;">Back home, I could see people, shops and buildings. I could look around, feel familiarity and be at home. Looking out the window here, over the borders of the school, I see endless waves of mountains, patches of crop fields, and the green block of the Pasteur Milk factory. It creates a magnificent picture during sunrise, sunset and snow, but I cannot help thinking about the streets at home; the highrises surrounding my home, the endless stream of vehicles and people. The houses gathered at the curve are the only sight of residence. The school dormitory is the only highrise within eyesight. Now, as I am used to the sight, instead of overlapping with the sights at home, its beauty stands out alone more often than not.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-indent: 25pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: 맑은 고딕;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Amchok, whose move had the opposite effect on the world beyond the window, sees 1000 towers, the residential high-rises of Toronto along the horizon. Looking at them, he wonders if there are musicians out there as well. McCandy lives in the highrise 20km from Amchok. He was made to move, and now the apartment he used to live in is empty. In the empty space, he plays the drum. Through it he feels reunited with the people around him. </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-indent: 40pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: 맑은 고딕;">I used to wonder who would live in the cluster of houses at the curve of the road. Whether there are students like me, studying, reading, and chatting with friends. The question of who lives “over there” has always been with me no matter where I live. Last year when our school invited the elderly living in Sosa, I finally met the people who live “over there.” The elderly resembled the rounded road on which the houses were located on. Both weren’t materialistically bountiful, but spiritually satisfied, and yet longing for love.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-indent: 40pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: 맑은 고딕;">Although I am living across the globe from Amchok, he does not seem like a complete stranger, because in a way, he reflects me. Although I cannot sing or play like he does, I wrote my version of “Snowland.” For the home I am beginning to get used being away from:</span></span></div><div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 25pt;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center; text-indent: 25pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: 맑은 고딕;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I am daughter of my house</span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center; text-indent: 25pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: 맑은 고딕;">A daughter who loves home</span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center; text-indent: 25pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: 맑은 고딕;">A daughter who is thankful for it</span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center; text-indent: 25pt;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center; text-indent: 25pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: 맑은 고딕;">For each brother at home, I sing a song</span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center; text-indent: 25pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: 맑은 고딕;">A song sung through heart</span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center; text-indent: 25pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: 맑은 고딕;">When we reunite at home, I treasure time</span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center; text-indent: 25pt;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center; text-indent: 25pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: 맑은 고딕;">For Home where my heart is, I sing a song</span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center; text-indent: 25pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: 맑은 고딕;">For Home where my heart is, I sing a song</span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center; text-indent: 25pt;"><br />
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</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center; text-indent: 25pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: 맑은 고딕;">I am daughter of my house</span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center; text-indent: 25pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: 맑은 고딕;">A daughter who loves home</span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center; text-indent: 25pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: 맑은 고딕;">A daughter who is thankful for it</span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center; text-indent: 25pt;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center; text-indent: 25pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: 맑은 고딕;">For each brother at home I sing a song</span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center; text-indent: 25pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: 맑은 고딕;">For Home where my heart is, I sing a song</span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center; text-indent: 25pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: 맑은 고딕;">For Home where my heart is, I sing a song</span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center; text-indent: 25pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: 맑은 고딕;">For Home where my heart is, I sing a song</span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center; text-indent: 25pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: 맑은 고딕;">For Home where my heart is, I sing a song</span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center; text-indent: 25pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: 맑은 고딕;">For Home where my heart is, I sing a song</span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center; text-indent: 25pt;"><br />
</div>Mr. Garriochhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07985238654762130084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2052046972495106430.post-56969165144512913082010-12-20T00:14:00.015+09:002010-12-20T00:22:51.355+09:00HeeJae- The World on the Other Side of the Fence<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-indent: 10.5pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: 맑은 고딕;">Sounds of a rice cooker giving off steam; lute tunes and drum beats reminiscent more of the East than of the West. Dyed handkerchiefs and flags with patterns that seem to be related to some tribe; a scroll paper with the image of Buddha and incomprehensible inscriptions; a little yak model sitting by the bed. These were not what I expected to hear and see in a high-rise in Toronto. </span></span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-indent: 10.5pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: 맑은 고딕;">High-rise is a project by NFB that attempts to provide windows to people scattered over the world who live in the same dull-looking high-rises but who lead different lifestyles. When I was assigned to explore a Toronto household, I expected a typical white family, so I was surprised to see a place that hardly seemed to represent Western culture, save the TV. I soon learned that this family is one of the nearly 2000 Tibetan exiles in Toronto. Amchock, the father of the family, travelled on foot for a month to escape the Chinese-controlled Tibet. Perhaps many years have passed since he had settled in Toronto, but the atmosphere of the house seemed as if his true self was still lingering in Tibet. He seemed a discordant person in the midst of high-rises. </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-indent: 10.5pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: 맑은 고딕;">However, after listening to Amchock’s music, I realized I was wrong. As he began to play the lute and sing traditional Tibetan songs, the kids sitting on the couch rose up and started to clap and dance around. The wife tapped out the beat with her feet and two Carcassian men playing the drum joined in with the kids. Amchock sang in his own language, yet it seemed to speak to all the people and bring them together. Perhaps, this is what he meant by “moving the masses through words and melody.” I could imagine him performing in front of more than 30,000 Canadians before the Dalai Lama’s speech, speaking to the people through his Tibetan rhythm, and bringing his world and their world into harmony.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-indent: 10.5pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: 맑은 고딕;">Amchock survived poverty through music and found happiness and harmony, but he must have led a difficult life as a Tibetan exile. However, just out of his window, there are thousands of more people facing difficulties as well. There are more than 1000 residential high-rises, but 80% of them are privately owned, and citizens have to pay exorbitant prices for the wretched buildings. The African American drummer in the film, for example, says he hated to move where he lives now, but had to because there are not many available places. </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-indent: 10.5pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: 맑은 고딕;">It reminded me of what I see out my window in Seoul. Looking eastward, I can see Mount Inwang and Mount Ansan surrounding the apartment, and a park that becomes cleaner and greener everyday thanks to the efforts to create an environmentally friendly town. Looking northward, I can see a playground that looked so big when I was young, but it seems so small now. </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-indent: 10.5pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: 맑은 고딕;">Looking straight ahead, there is a fence- the fence that divides the apartments and a series of shacks going up the hill. Then, there are stone steps, the only door to enter “the other world.” Going down the steps, there is an alley where stores constantly open and close. </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-indent: 10.5pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: 맑은 고딕;">When I first moved into the apartment with my family eleven years ago, I did not like the crowded shacks on the other side of the fence. They did not fit with the newly built apartments. They were an eyesore. I even wondered whether someone actually lived in them. Looking down on these houses from the veranda of the apartment, I thought, “Why not tear them down and build fancy apartments? Then, more people can live, and it would definitely look prettier.”</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-indent: 10.5pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: 맑은 고딕;">As I grew up, I began to understand the more complex issues that underlie the seeming disharmony of the presence of the shacks that form a village, collectively referred to as a “Dal” village. Primarily, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Dal</i> means the moon in Korean. I wondered why people would give such a romantic name to the tumbledown old shacks. Some people say it is because these shacks are mostly built on a hill that they nearly reach the moon, and others say it is because the people living there go to work early in the morning when the moon still dangles in the sky, and similarly return home late at night. However, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Dal</i> actually derives from the word meaning mountain or dirt, so Dal village, after all, is not a romantic name but a strictly realistic one that refers to shacks built on the mountain side. </span></span></div><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: '맑은 고딕'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-language: KO; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-fareast; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">The Dal village was created after the Korean War in 1953 when homeless people began to build temporary places with panels to settle down. Even after the high-rises began to fill the city, the people still remained since they could not afford the high prices of the apartments. However, with the urban redevelopment project, the Dal villages have been torn down and people were forced out of their homes. Now, only a few Dal villages remain, and the one in my area is among the few. </span><br />
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: '맑은 고딕'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-language: KO; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-fareast; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: '맑은 고딕'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-language: KO; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-fareast; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">The two contiguous worlds, and two different lifestyles separated by a fence affected my childhood, although I was unaware of this back then. When I was nine years old, I invited a classmate, Won Jung, to my house. Upon entering, she exclaimed, “Your room looks like an art <span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: '맑은 고딕'; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-language: KO; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-fareast; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">hall!” I thought it was a little odd for her to say so because to me, my room looked mundane compared to my other friends’. Then, we played house as usual. When it was meal time while playing, Won Jung said, “Soju* and cheonggukjang**, please.” I soon forgot about this incident, but as I recall it, I now realize the significance of it. I never saw my parents ordering soju and cheonggukjang, and it certainly is not normal for people living in the apartments. However, for Won <span lang="EN-US">Jung, who lives on the opposite side of the fence, it was something she was used to.</span></span></span></span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-indent: 10.5pt;"><span lang="EN-US">The plight of the people living in that Dal village and those thrown out of their homes had little significance for me. Four years ago, when the teacher assigned us to read “The Dwarf’s Ball,” one of the must-read Korean books that discusses the wretched lives of people thrown out from Dal Village, I could not sympathize with the characters because their stories seemed so distant and disconnected from my own. I did not realize then that the exact same thing has happened in my village, and may happen out my window in a few years.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-indent: 10.5pt;"><span lang="EN-US">Until now, when I look out the window, I paid little attention to the people living on the other side of the fence. The shacks merely seemed out of place to me. However, I am beginning to understand the reality of what I see out there and wonder what stories those people have. Lamentation? Misery? Just as Amchock survived through music and brought harmony, I believe the people over the fence also have something powerful and meaningful to tell in their lives. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-indent: 10.5pt;"><span lang="EN-US">I see embers of hope in their stories. </span></div></div>Mr. Garriochhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07985238654762130084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2052046972495106430.post-82630753140224524932010-12-19T15:32:00.001+09:002010-12-19T15:33:51.295+09:00OUT MY WINDOW - Life in Phnom Penh, life in Korea<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-indent: 40pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: 맑은 고딕;">A woman takes sleep, where only the skeleton remains, only with a small blanket and a light bulb. In Cambodia, a woman and Tola, the sworn nephew of her, live in a constructed building with humble minds.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-indent: 40pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: 맑은 고딕;">While I watched the videos of them, I got to know how modestly they think and live. They are construction workers. They live in a building that they are constructing, with others who have been working with them for several years. The place is very noisy and dirty, with drilling noise and a lot of dust. But they do not complain. They appreciate that they can make money with their ‘blood and sweat.’ They are allowed to work more during weekends. Just the fact that they earn money depending on the time they spent on work, they feel happy and satisfied. ‘Being happy at the cost of their honesty.’ Although their standard of living is lower than that of More Developed Countries, their ways of thinking seem much higher and nobler that those of MDCs.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-indent: 40pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: 맑은 고딕;">Their hobby is to look out the windows. The windows are the means for them to look at other people, think of their dreams, and remind of their past. Between two people, I found Tola to be similar to me, in terms of having interests on architecture. When he looks out the window, the National Assembly, among a lot of buildings, catches his eyes, since the decorations are just ‘so beautiful.’ He concerns more on the techniques used on the buildings rather than splendid fountain or loud motorbikes. He instinctively cares about the decorations of the buildings, and he regrets to stop the study on the architecture. The objects related to ‘architecture’ look especially shiny to him; as such things seem like that to me.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-indent: 40pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: 맑은 고딕;">When I look out the window, I see a forest of apartments. I live in one of the apartments in our village, which is full of tens of apartments. Since I had a dream to be an architect, the distance between the buildings, a shape of windows, and the colors of the apartments have caught my eyes. Although there are so many apartments in my village, I do not feel stuffy. In the forest of the buildings, I can meet many people, I can hear laugh of children, and I can think of my dream. Staring at the stars enclosed by four buildings, I feel the stars are put in a pretty dish. Looking down a village market that is held every week, I am enlivened. When we make kimchi, we share it with front household. When they go for a trip, they never forget to buy our souvenir. Though some Koreans say that apartment town is suffocating, it is one of the best places in which I can feel happy and cozy. I am happy that I am living with my precious dream and nice people.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-indent: 40pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: 맑은 고딕;">Looking out another window that is on the opposite side, I can see G1230, which is a kind of cram school. At 12 p.m. every day, I can see a flow of students coming out of the building. They look very tired, exhausted from overwork in both school and cram school. I feel sympathy toward them since I had attended G1230 for three years of middle school life. When I was walking to the academy, my feet were too heavy. Looking at the dark sky after the cram school, I felt something vague. Looking back, it is also a part of reminiscence. However, if someone asks me whether I want to go back or not, I’ll definitely say not.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9ifTEowZAcfbl2_wgJNYHAYKdA_XP-Z8frZ2mwXkRDE1MKOqnDyDWcJd0XpeIq9-PlLjq6KNumRf4NsR82f8FkAuXbwaLc-aB-yVeY4xBziTb5YXcvj1d8mxAvgG4GAUdUGbANjpFD4Vs/s1600/%25EC%25A0%259C%25EB%25AA%25A9+%25EC%2597%2586%25EC%259D%258C.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9ifTEowZAcfbl2_wgJNYHAYKdA_XP-Z8frZ2mwXkRDE1MKOqnDyDWcJd0XpeIq9-PlLjq6KNumRf4NsR82f8FkAuXbwaLc-aB-yVeY4xBziTb5YXcvj1d8mxAvgG4GAUdUGbANjpFD4Vs/s1600/%25EC%25A0%259C%25EB%25AA%25A9+%25EC%2597%2586%25EC%259D%258C.bmp" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-indent: 40pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: 맑은 고딕;">Day and night, I can see lots of cars running along the wide roads. Tens of cars constantly go through the road. I also can see some scary motorbikes that are running with the speed of light. On the verge of the change from green light to red light, cars desperately speed up to pass the signal. Koreans, are, busy.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-indent: 40pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: 맑은 고딕;">While I looked at many cars and buildings, I thought about my past, Korea’s past. Then I found that it resembles Cambodia’s past. Tola says that when he was young, there was no transportation he could take, so he had to walk all the way from his school to house. The speed of development has been fast in Cambodia. For the speed of development, Korea never loses. When I was a kindergarten student, there was no online game. Internet had not been developed well, so my brother and I only could CD games. However, now, only after about twelve years, Internet has been so developed that I can enjoy that anywhere, anytime. Also, for my village, there was no apartment when I was born. As I listen to Tola’s narration, I felt sympathy.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-indent: 40pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: 맑은 고딕;">Although Cambodia is distant from Korea, though I have never met Tola & his aunt before watching the video, I could compare and share some feelings and thoughts with them, throughout the stories they told in a highrise. They live in a building that is not completed, and I live in an apartment. They live, sleep, think, and dream in that highrise, as I do here. Stories in the highrise were very nice chance for me to look at the lives of people who live distant from me.</span></span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTEKd3E42CPz-BxQvgKm-aCwxP3iyxKx2rZ4QzjjIoSpQawbA3BwzOkySqw0Y_bCRXDNcM3FApW2g66h877hPi4zD7ID4Oic7QXaKiyQwXZ6cvrZslr2OurZ0FvfLQvl18PsTLi8PS0ePG/s1600/Untitled-1+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="175" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTEKd3E42CPz-BxQvgKm-aCwxP3iyxKx2rZ4QzjjIoSpQawbA3BwzOkySqw0Y_bCRXDNcM3FApW2g66h877hPi4zD7ID4Oic7QXaKiyQwXZ6cvrZslr2OurZ0FvfLQvl18PsTLi8PS0ePG/s320/Untitled-1+copy.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Mr. Garriochhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07985238654762130084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2052046972495106430.post-81949144477708915352010-12-16T11:59:00.000+09:002010-12-16T11:59:52.686+09:00Out My Window - An Age-Old Problem of Inequality<div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-char-indent-count: 3.0; text-indent: 30pt;"><city w:st="on"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">Bangalore</span></city><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"> is the fastest growing metropolis and the leading IT exporter in <place w:st="on"><country-region w:st="on">India</country-region></place>. The highrises in <city w:st="on"><place w:st="on">Bangalore</place></city> lucidly illustrate Bangalorians’ cultures and lives. Although there are some favorable aspects of highrises, some of the downsides of exclusive development in IT are manifested through them. “Out My Window” project, which introduces many films about highrises of different regions, showed the lives of people living in <city w:st="on"><place w:st="on">Bangalore</place></city>. As I watched the three documentary films regarding high-rise buildings in <city w:st="on">Bangalore</city>, I came to realize that <city w:st="on">Seoul</city>, the city where I live, has many aspects in common with <city w:st="on"><place w:st="on">Bangalore</place></city>, in addition to some differences. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-char-indent-count: 3.0; text-indent: 30pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-char-indent-count: 3.0; text-indent: 30pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">A baby named Akshadha and her parents live in one of the high-rise buildings in <place w:st="on"><city w:st="on">Bangalore</city></place>. For Akshadha’s family, the building gives them happiness and pleasure, because they love looking out the window. Through it, Akshadha not only can see the office where her mother works, but also learns how to identify new things, such as monkeys, squirrels, trains, and birds. This pleasure giving aspect of highrises in <place w:st="on"><city w:st="on">Bangalore</city></place> was impressively familiar to me, since I have a seven-year-old younger sister who enjoys looking outside the window of my house. Like Akshadha, my sister learns about nature through the window by observing the river, the mountains, and the sky. The fact that highrises in both <city w:st="on">Bangalore</city> and <place w:st="on"><city w:st="on">Seoul</city></place> can become the means of education and enjoyment for young children intrigued me very much.</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-char-indent-count: 3.0; text-indent: 30pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">Another striking similarity between <city w:st="on">Seoul</city> and <city w:st="on">Bangalore</city> is that both cities, although major economic and cultural hubs of <country-region w:st="on">India</country-region> and <place w:st="on"><country-region w:st="on">Korea</country-region></place> respectively, clearly manifest the problem of unequal distribution of income. Unlike the first documentary film that depicted the favorable aspect of highrises, the second documentary film vividly illustrates the dark side of highrises. In the basement parking lots of the high-rise buildings in <city w:st="on"><place w:st="on">Bangalore</place></city>, laundry washers called Dhobis work for thirteen hours a day. Although there is an IT boom in <place w:st="on"><city w:st="on">Bangalore</city></place>, only people who work in IT - 8% of the population – enjoy the privileges of the economic development; the rest of the population has not experienced any wage rises during the economic boom. The rest of Bangalorians hold other jobs, especially in the service industry, catering to this 8%. Only those who work in IT and receive high wages can afford to live in the highrises of <place w:st="on"><city w:st="on">Bangalore</city></place>. Although Bangalore and Seoul are slightly different in that most Koreans live in highrises regardless of their wealth, there are certain highrises in Korea that are considered symbols of wealth like those in Bangalore. For example, the highrise I live in is an apartment named <place w:st="on"><placetype w:st="on">Tower</placetype> <placetype w:st="on">Palace</placetype></place> with 69 floors. Most residents living in <placetype w:st="on">Tower</placetype> <placetype w:st="on">Palace</placetype> are wealthy like residents in the highrises of <place w:st="on"><city w:st="on">Bangalore</city></place>. However, just as the Dhobis work for the residents of highrises in <city w:st="on">Bangalore</city>, sweepers and janitors work for the residents of <place w:st="on"><placetype w:st="on">Tower</placetype> <placetype w:st="on">Palace</placetype></place>, providing for a cleaner environment in and around the apartment. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-char-indent-count: 3.0; text-indent: 30pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-char-indent-count: 3.0; text-indent: 30pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">The aforementioned documentary films all presented similar aspects of <city w:st="on">Bangalore</city> highrises and those in <place w:st="on"><city w:st="on">Seoul</city></place>. However, there were some differences depicted as well. The third documentary film revealed that the construction of the highrises in <place w:st="on"><city w:st="on">Bangalore</city></place> has been in stoppage because of economic recession. In contrast to <city w:st="on">Bangalore</city>, <place w:st="on"><city w:st="on">Seoul</city></place> has constantly and quickly achieved economic development, thus building great numbers of highrises without any stoppage. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-char-indent-count: 3.0; text-indent: 30pt;"><br />
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">I live on the 32nd floor of <placetype w:st="on">Tower</placetype> <placetype w:st="on">Palace</placetype>, Dogokdong, Gangnamgu, <place w:st="on"><city w:st="on">Seoul</city></place>. The height of my house allows me to obtain a wide scope of view out the window. The wide view of my window fascinates me with so many things that I can ponder upon. Through my window, I can see mountains, a river, and the vast sky. I feel fresh and energized every moment I see these scenes of nature. My younger sister takes pleasure in observing the outside view likewise. She usually likes to see adults and children jogging and walking along the riverside. When it snows, my sister and I can see snow covering up the whole world out the window, and this view makes us lose our words with awe. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-char-indent-count: 3.0; text-indent: 30pt;"><br />
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">However, there are not only pleasant views out my window. The west side of my window is filled with numerous tall buildings and I feel suffocated by just taking a glance at the view. With only small bits of green, the whole view is covered with cold, dark, and grey highrises. Not only that, but there are also a few tumbledown old shacks I can observe through my window. When I first saw those shacks, I was flabbergasted by the apparent contrast that my house and those shacks exhibited. Furthermore, when I encountered the janitors and sweepers in the hallways of my highrise, I could not help but wonder how much they earn through their work. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-char-indent-count: 3.0; text-indent: 30pt;"><placetype w:st="on"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"></span><br />
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">Tower</span></placetype><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"> <placetype w:st="on">Palace</placetype> is not only the tallest residential highrise in <place w:st="on"><country-region w:st="on">Korea</country-region></place>, but also has been regarded as the representation of wealth and luxury. In accordance with this reputation, the building is full of modern amenities, and most of the residents of <place w:st="on"><placetype w:st="on">Tower</placetype> <placetype w:st="on">Palace</placetype></place> have occupations with high income. Like <placetype w:st="on">Tower</placetype> <placetype w:st="on">Palace</placetype>, highrises in <place w:st="on"><city w:st="on">Bangalore</city></place> show economic inequality among people. The films that highlighted this aspect of highrises matched with my own experience of seeing the shacks out my window and encountering the sweepers that work for the residents. “Out My Window” project had given me an opportunity to develop more insight into the age-old problems of inequality. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-char-indent-count: 3.0; text-indent: 30pt;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: 맑은 고딕;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Mazen lives in Beirut, Lebanon. He participates in the ‘Out My Window’ project to introduce his ‘highrise’ house and the town he lives in. To explain briefly about the ‘Out My Window’, it is a world-wide project that many people show their houses in high buildings, and also introduce about cultures and environments surrounding their houses. Through this project, other people can access to other countries’ cultures easily. Beirut is now a highly urbanized city with numerous high buildings and hotels. However, according to Mazen, only 4 years ago, the Israel-Hezbollah War in South Lebanon devastated the whole city and killed more than 1000 citizens. He saw the whole process of bombardments, destructions and reconstructions through the wide window in his high rising apartment. He says that one day he saw severe missile attacks in his room and improvised music by copying the sounds of bombs and airplanes. When I listened to his music, though he played it silently with his little trumpet, I could feel the fear of the war. </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: 맑은 고딕;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>However, unfortunately, there were not many other feelings and experiences I could share with Mazen. I have never experienced a war in my whole life. Although I said that I could feel the fears of the war by listening to Mazen’s trumpet playing, it must be incomparable to what Mazen actually experienced. Furthermore, I cannot see any high rising buildings or urbanized structures around my house, a 12 story dormitory of Korean Minjok Leadership Academy. So there are no destructions or reconstructions that I can see out of my window. When I look out through the three square meter<sup> </sup>window in my room, half of the outside scene is filled with my school’s campus, and another half is filled with mountains, cultivating fields, and a few one story houses. Except for when the violent wind often blusters in the winter, I cannot hear anything from outside. Everything is peaceful. </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-indent: 40pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: 맑은 고딕;">Fortunately, there is one thing I can distinctly sympathize with Mazen. It is the ‘love and hate’ relationship with his house, which he explains through his painting on the wall. He said, “I hate the high rising buildings because they ruthlessly efface the painful scratches of the war, but I love them because I live in this high-rise, and this is my home.” Similarly, I have all hate and love feelings toward my house. Sometimes I wish to escape from the high-rise, but sometimes I feel lucky to live in it. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-indent: 40pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: 맑은 고딕;">My room number is 802. I have been living in this KMLA dormitory for two years. Every semester, I changed my room, so it is the fourth room. However, despite different roommates and different positions in the room for three people, there is no difference in the fact that I still live in one of the identical rooms in a 12 story dormitory building. From 6 in the afternoon to 6 in the next morning, I spend 12 hours in this building. At 7 o’clock, the dormitory inspector locks the doors of the entrance hall. Then, all students and the inspector himself are locked up in this building until the next morning. </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-indent: 40pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: 맑은 고딕;">At midnight, when everything is dark outside and only headlights of cars running on the highways are seen far away across the school, I often look out my window, just looking at the running cars. Where are the cars going? Why are they running on the highway in the midnight? What I see through the window is only a tiny little moment of the cars’ long or short route of driving. After the cars get out of my sight, I cannot know their destinations or reasons for driving. However, no matter where they go, I always wish to ride on one of the cars and just to go far away from this high-rise. Because I am only an 18 years old girl who left home just two years ago, I often miss my true home where I can stay with my family. Then I reproach the inspector for locking up the door, and complain about this high-rise confining me. </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: 맑은 고딕;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>What makes me stand all the hard work and confinement are my friends. When the dormitory inspector checks if we clean up our rooms well, she never opens the drawers. I do not think that she does not know what we conceal in the drawers. She may just overlook all the instant noodles, instant soups, tea boiler, and even portable gas stove and pots, which are banned in the school. Having been living in this high-rise for more than 10 years, she must understand our boredom of the cafeteria meals. As I eat three times in the same cafeteria, on the 12<sup>th</sup> floor of the dormitory, with the same chopsticks, the same plates, and the same salads, sometimes I feel disgusted to eat there. Instead, hamburgers, pizzas, instant noodles, and many other foods pop up in my brain. Then, I run to my room and pull out instant noodles and tea boilers from the drawer. Some friends go to my room bringing soups, instant rice, and hams. We sit around the room and have a small ramyon party. </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: 맑은 고딕;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>It was very funny and interesting to look inside Mazen’s house and also outside his house. I could feel the threat of war even though the Beirut city is now recovered completely. Furthermore, I could also largely sympathize with his love and hate relationship with his house.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>While looking at Mazen’s project, I came up with my similar relationship with my dormitory house. Though locked up in a high-rise building and having no rights to enjoy my instant noodles freely, I love this dormitory because I can always meet my friends and play with them. While music is a main factor that makes Mazen to love his house, friends are the main reason for me. The friends are very different from other friends I have had in the middle school. To me, they are not just my friends, but my mothers and sisters. They console me when I cry, and sometimes they depend on me when they have hard times. I feel lucky to enter this school, and despite the slight lack of freedom, I love to live in the 12 story dormitory.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>There is a famous Chinese maxim that goes, “satisfaction is a silk thread that strings endless pearls.” The very meaning of this quote is that other precious values such as happiness, joy, pleasure and so forth cannot be attained without satisfaction. Although the saying puts emphasis on the gravity of satisfaction, I have not been able to agree with it from my heart. In fact, I am one of the malcontents of society rather than a contented man. I almost always prefer pointing out disadvantages and demerits of my situation rather than focus on the advantages and merits. My room is too small. It has no bed so my feel backbone pain every morning. The sound of construction near my house is irritating and noisy. Young children who live upstairs sometimes make me really a bad man. The design of my apartment is not attractive in that it is just a rectangle. All these unsatisfactory thoughts were mine. However, the video of a Chicago slum made these thoughts change. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>In this video, speakers seem to be literally unhappy. In short, their basic needs are not satisfied. Their lives are unsafe. They are too often exposed to crimes and violence. It is not a big surprise for them to get shot in their neighborhood. Their house is unstable. Due to public-housing projects, they have moved from one house to another house. Even if demolition is in progress, construction can have not kept pace with it. Furthermore, they have no fixed date of completion. They have nothing to do but to wait. Lastly, their peers have left the town. Since the redevelopment project has been off the ground more than ten years, most neighbors have left the slum. There is only one family in the whole apartment. There are only photos, not people. There are traces of playgrounds, not children. There are traces of parking lots, not cars. Imagine that someone, who lives in an aged apartment waiting for unlikely reconstruction, has no affinities in his neighborhood, but one of his family member gets shot while going to a supermarket. Without any doubts , his life must be unhappy. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>In stark contrast, my life is safe, my house is stable, and my peers are existent. My life is safe in that I do not have to be concerned about getting shot while I walk across a street. My house is stable in that it is already redeveloped. In fact, the region my house belongs to has been astonishingly improving. When I was an elementary school student, a subway station was built within a five-minute-distance. After three years, a large department store was constructed in front of my house. In the same year, a police station and a fire station were built in our town. Now, this year a polyclinic hospital has been constructed. It is not too exaggerated to argue that my hometown lacks nothing. In addition, I have countless neighbors and friends. Because I have lived in the same area since I was a six-year-old child, my schoolfellows from my elementary school and middle school are sources of my pride. In this hospitable environment, however, I have kept complaining. I feel guilty in that I did not feel satisfied with my valuable surroundings.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 150%;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>While watching the video of highrise, I started to think of the standard of happiness. At the same time, my mind became fully filled with only one question; what does happiness mean? My answer for this question after several hours of consideration is simple. Happiness means relativity. According to a recent survey conducted by the New Economic Foundation of Britain, Republic of Costa Rica scored the highest points in the Happy Planet Index. It is hard to doubt that the absolute wealth of Costa Rica is far less than that of the United States. However, Happy Planet Index of U.S. is less than half of that of Costa Rica. This statistic suggests that material affluence has little to do with happiness. Rather, spiritual value, in other words, relative satisfaction, plays vital roles in happiness. Thanks to the video, I could learn a very simple, but easily ignored truth about happiness: lowering the standard makes me happy. I should be thankful that I do not have to worry about security in my town. I should be thankful that I have numerous affinities who prevent me from feeling loneliness. I should be thankful in that I live in a house with plenty of social facilities. No one can make me feel satisfactory, but only I can. <o:p></o:p></span></div></div></div>Mr. Garriochhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07985238654762130084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2052046972495106430.post-74717247350539732592010-12-12T23:42:00.000+09:002010-12-12T23:42:03.315+09:00Highrise - A Life in KMLA<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: 바탕; font-size: x-small;">Lee Geun Seok, 091090</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: 바탕; font-size: x-small;">11b5</span></span><span lang="EN-US"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: 바탕; font-size: x-small;"> Life in Cuba</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: 바탕;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>People live by their unique ways of living. There are diverse civilizations and cultures still existing in the world even though the world is becoming smaller and smaller by the advancement of technology. Since people are living in different environments, we can get new impressions by indirectly experiencing their living conditions. It is also very important for us to compare and contrast their lives with ours, getting new senses and impressions. Similarly, the Cubans were also living very distinct lives isolated in their islands and close-minded ideas.</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: 바탕;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Highrise successfully depicted the life of a man called David who was living in <city w:st="on"><place w:st="on">Havana</place></city>. He was living in a very special situation. <country-region w:st="on"><place w:st="on">Cuba</place></country-region> is one of the not many communist countries, therefore very unique. <country-region w:st="on"><place w:st="on">Cuba</place></country-region> is considered very chaotic compared to other developed countries. They recently conducted the Revolution for New Man, bringing people from all around the world, letting them mix into <place w:st="on"><country-region w:st="on">Cuba</country-region></place>, hence in a big disorder. In this </span></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ascii-font-family: 바탕;">“</span><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: 바탕;">typhoon-like</span></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ascii-font-family: 바탕;">”</span><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: 바탕;"> situation, David was living with many people in a public housing, which was made by prisoners, thus very poor in quality. Most significantly, their draining system was awfully desperate. Their houses did not have drains to take out waters after washing, and people</span></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ascii-font-family: 바탕;">’</span><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: 바탕;">s excrements simply ran to the oceans where residents bathe in. </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: 바탕;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>In addition, their lives were extremely simple and repetitive because there were no amusement facilities. Residents gathered together and participated in events together, however, this was not enough. As an alternative, they decided to become immersed in music. This brought them a new merit, the will power of them to keep struggling with the unpleasant present and fighting against the authority. The authority was criticizing and deterring the citizens from gathering because of their communistic ideology. However, they were constantly holding underground meetings, uniting the residents in the common building. People gathered in houses secretly and played music, singing for freedom. It always got a good response among them and provided them with the spirit to fight against the oppressions of the government. He provided a music video made by them, which envelopes their cheerful and charitable scene of dancing and singing. Joyous guitar riffs made them smile and the lyrics craving for freedom made them bear the word freedom in mind, giving them power to keep living the tough lives. Moreover, among the many genres of music, the residents including David were mostly absorbed in Hip-Hop. As a result, they were able to give birth to many famous groups such as the Black Star and Tony Touch. Also, it called in a great wave of maestro musicians, creating such a big boom that the authority was not able to handle and control.</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: 바탕;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Compared to my life in KMLA, David</span></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ascii-font-family: 바탕;">’</span><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: 바탕;">s life was so different and made me very astonished. Introducing my life in KMLA, I live in a dormitory. It is consisted of 12 floors, with about 10 rooms each floor. The building is a little old but is well-constructed. We get constant hot water supply and heating, so we always live comfortable lives. </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: 바탕;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Since we are living in dormitories, school life is the most important part of our lives. We go to morning exercise at 6:30 in the morning. This is very tiring and is the main reason that makes us dose in classes. Our classes then begin at 8:30. In between, we have time for breakfasts and showers. The classes extend until 5:30 in the afternoon. For students, it is such a long journey to dinner. However, we still all enjoy our classes. We have good relationships with our teachers and with each other. Then self-study hours start from 7 in the evening until 12. This is the time when we can study subjects that we are interested in, or just do homework. Also, we have honjung at nine which is a event that we say good night to the dormitory supervisor. After honjung, we have some break time. This period of the day is also very looked forward to by us because honjung bread and milk is served. They are what help us keep on studying in late nights by making us no longer hungry. </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: 바탕;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Another part that makes up a big part of KMLA life is club activities. All students participate in some of the over one hundred clubs about things they are interested in. Some participate in rock bands, hip-hop clubs, while others participate in clubs that do community service. Other than these, there are many diverse kinds of club activities going on in KMLA. It provides us a good opportunity to take time to do what we have interest in and develop our skills in that area. In addition, it energizes us for the hard workload that we have to endure in KMLA.</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: 바탕;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Clearly, my life in KMLA is very different form David</span></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ascii-font-family: 바탕;">’</span><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: 바탕;">s life in <city w:st="on"><place w:st="on">Havana</place></city>. My life is much more peaceful in KMLA. We cooperate and harmonize very well in our school, while <country-region w:st="on"><place w:st="on">Cuba</place></country-region> is full of chaos created by all the people from all around the world. Moreover, because of this reason, Cubans sung songs that gave them hope and power to keep on struggling. On the other hand, modern Korean songs are usually about love because Koreans have the time and composure to be deeply succumbed in emotion. It also seems as though Cuban kids do not have to study a lot as shown in the music video. They were just singing and dancing. However, we are living in this dormitory and constantly studying for our future. Although it sometimes makes us very exhausted and hopeless, similar to David singing to get strength and hope, we keep on studying and working by borrowing the power of friendship and scholastic spirit.</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: 바탕;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>After I experienced David</span></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ascii-font-family: 바탕;">’</span><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: 바탕;">s life, I got a lot of strong impressions. It was very interesting to experience the part of the world that is not widely known. Learning about life of David provided me with lots of insight about general lives in <country-region w:st="on"><place w:st="on">Cuba</place></country-region>. Furthermore, it taught me a very valuable lesson. I started to appreciate what I have got in the present. He was living in such a harsh apartment and in a tough social condition but he never complaint. However, although we are in a much pleasant situation compared to him, we always kept complaining. Maybe it is time for me to satisfy with what I have got and work harder, eventually achieve great things for myself and for my country. </span></span></span></div><br />
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After indirectly experiencing the lives in Cuba, I made this little video to show what our lives in KMLA is like.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyrRYP1S1HdxXSDMXr4zSOfXyAY54yLWjaSzZSHKNCNhg8oKgD5mLRkXx7MRuw9u9gqBvr6HSsaTiacwnjlAw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>Mr. Garriochhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07985238654762130084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2052046972495106430.post-11038846902219493002010-12-12T22:36:00.001+09:002010-12-12T22:38:54.158+09:00Sau Paulo-in which I became reminiscent on my hometown, Gang Neung<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-family: 맑은 고딕;">Sao Paulo, an another Gang Neung in my mind</span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-family: 맑은 고딕;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Exploring HIGHRISE transferred pictures of other cities that I have never imagined. Especially, what shook my mind was a window of Sao Paulo. A short film of Sao Paulo showed me numerous problems within the city. At that moment, I thought about my hometown, Gang Neung. Each of four sequences of the film, “Highrise squat”, “Everybody’s baby”, “Neighbors”, and “Picture of my past/future”, illuminated a specific problem that exists in Sao Paulo. Subsequently, each of the sequences also brought up a possible solution for the problem. Though there were several differences between Gang Neung and Sao Paulo in terms of insights I got from HIGHRISE, I found Sao Paulo to become another hometown in my mind.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-char-indent-count: 1.5; text-align: left; text-indent: 15pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-family: 맑은 고딕;">The first sequence, “Highrise squat” showed the corrupt political infrastructure of municipal government of Sao Paulo. There was a 22-storey highrise built in the 1990s. The owner didn’t care about it; the building had been closed and left in a rundown condition for years. It served as a shelter for rats and cockroaches. Since there were numerous homeless on the streets, some of them cleaned out tonnes of rubbish and litter, estimated 100 trucks to be exact. They made a small world for all. New residents took other homeless to their shelter, and provided them with social necessities. New residents built a free library within the highrise, and hosted autonomous educational activities (such as free school, etc). The building was worth being called a major laboratory of experiments in organizing a real human renewal of downtown Sao Paulo. The problem broke out on November 3<sup>rd</sup>, 2002. The building was to be returned to its legal owner. In the previous 15 years, the legal owner had accumulated a debt in municipal taxes of some 2.2 million US dollar, roughly equal to the value of the building at that time. The problem was that the new residents were to be evicted from the building to ‘the streets or elsewhere.’ The pioneers’ original goal was to transform the building and to give free access to people with low-income. More than 200 people congregated in front of Presetes Maia, the name of the building, and required a solution such as financial aid or relocation. A gradual removal of the residents to other locations in downtown Sao Paulo was undertaken, with varying degrees of government promises and assistance. A building is still closed and barricaded with concrete blocks. Though it is still unused, Presetes Maia became a symbol of struggle and victory for many Brazilians. Also, it shows the power of humble people against corrupt political infrastructure.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA88iswiizhZEuvZjMStV00Z0xzhv3Kn07qhGPidGhmknXVseoQLUJ1c4JNFDGyt5DlvmpUYzOU0KcTqbDl4p-IsENK8vUHbYJsE7G2oFjuCvCJYD6PmWlzLKpCEKOhMFRARy1KwIkBrIP/s1600/%25EB%25B6%2580%25EC%25A0%2595%25EB%25B6%2580%25ED%258C%25A8.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA88iswiizhZEuvZjMStV00Z0xzhv3Kn07qhGPidGhmknXVseoQLUJ1c4JNFDGyt5DlvmpUYzOU0KcTqbDl4p-IsENK8vUHbYJsE7G2oFjuCvCJYD6PmWlzLKpCEKOhMFRARy1KwIkBrIP/s320/%25EB%25B6%2580%25EC%25A0%2595%25EB%25B6%2580%25ED%258C%25A8.JPG" width="261" /></a></div><div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-char-indent-count: 1.5; text-align: left; text-indent: 15pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-family: 맑은 고딕;">Gang Neung, my hometown, had a similar problem. For exploitation, some people including my grandfather were ordered to leave the rural area where they had lived for more than 20 years. There were not many highrises in the rural area; the highest was a 7-storey-tall apartment. Since the apartment named “Hye-Chung” was endangered to be destroyed, residents including my grandfather resisted against the municipal government like those of Sao Paulo. Their argument was simple: the city should not exploit the rural area because the nature can be polluted. What uniquely identified the political infrastructure of Gang Neung from others was that the municipal government was flexible enough to accommodate citizens’ requirement. The city council admitted the request, and my grandfather’s rural area could be kept. Until now, the area has become one of the most popular pure areas that attract many visitors from other cities.</span></span></div><div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-char-indent-count: 1.5; text-align: left; text-indent: 15pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-family: 맑은 고딕;">The second and third sequences shed light on the problems of drug addicts and homeless people. A hippie girl who shows up in the second sequence is a drug addict. She and her brother indicate two significant troubles in Sao Paulo; homeless children and drug addicts. In reality, there are a number of homeless children on the streets. The children cannot bear the harsh situation, and become drug addicts. The teller of the story, Ivaneti, said that she was a coordinator of the Downtown Homeless Movement; since 1998, more than 30 buildings were reclaimed. This movement aimed to offer homeless people shelters. There are more than 400 buildings that have no social purpose now. This phenomenon is one of the most ironical situations, for there are also numerous homeless people in the city. The homeless are prone to develop social problems. Moreover, there are a number of homeless children. They don’t have the ability to scrape by, so ‘vulnerable’ to social problems. That is, they are easily addicted to drugs, and cause juvenile delinquencies-since they cannot find a means of living. As for Sao Paulo, the city is trying to solve the problem of homeless people by depending on autonomous civic movements. Hence, volunteers including Ivaneti established the Downtown Homeless Movement, and have tried to find a breakthrough until now.</span></span></div><div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-char-indent-count: 1.5; text-align: left; text-indent: 15pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-family: 맑은 고딕;">The fourth scene, “Picture of my past/future”, suggests the city to change its focus. The municipal government of Sao Paulo had realized that a “development” is needed; however, it failed to focus on the right subject. It only aimed at ‘buildings’, and the contour of the city. Old buildings were destroyed, and new ones filled the empty places. The area in which new buildings congregated was called “Bario da Luz,” and seemed to make Sao Paulo a better city to live. Nevertheless, fundamental social problems have not been solved. Even now, citizens of Sao Paulo suffer from drug addiction, alcoholism, high crime rates, etc. The city’s revitalization project should alter its subject-from buildings to people.</span></span></div><div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div align="left" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-family: 맑은 고딕;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>From the film of Sao Paulo, I could find a significant point Gang Neung’s citizens and municipal government should take into account. Gang Neung has concentrated its financial and humanistic efforts only on physical development. As a result, Gang Neung is now an internationally well-known city for its beautiful seashore and picturesque lakeside. Nevertheless, the crime rate is quite high and doesn’t seem to decrease. Isn’t it a trivial result considering that Gang Neung has not focused on human beings? Rather than physical development, a different focus-on human beings-is needed.</span></span></div>Mr. Garriochhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07985238654762130084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2052046972495106430.post-56907409236992889812010-12-12T21:35:00.002+09:002010-12-12T21:35:36.984+09:00KMLA and Hoengseong-Presentation on Prezi - Jun Ho Son<div class="prezi-player"><style media="screen" type="text/css">
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#091068<br />
Jun Ho Son<br />
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Thanks to development of science and technology, most of mankind now lives in cities, the complex of modern technology. In cities, humans seem to remain in the light of convenience; they enjoy an abundant supply of staples and luxuries in shopping centers, appropriate medical care in hospitals near their homes, clean and safe water supplies, spacious and comfortable apartments, and proper crime prevention and enforcement if they live in well-developed areas. However, the light always casts shadow on some other places; if we do not live in such organized areas, we may merely envy people in those areas. Here, there are two views of the underdeveloped areas: views from an apartment in Cabrini-Green of Chicago, and views from a dormitory room in the Korean Minjok Leadership Academy, one of the most prestigious schools in Korea. The observations from two different buildings illustrate two different solutions for the problems of imbalance.<br />
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Cabrini-Green was well-known as one of the most notorious examples of public housing projects in the United states. Since it was built during World War 2, gangs have controlled most of the buildings and committed numerous crimes in there such as drug conspiracies, violence, and murders. Donna, one of the inhabitants in Cabrini-Green who appeared in the Highrise Project, testifies regarding the horrible security of the community; she has watched numerous people being shot, including herself and her son. When the past mayor of Chicago, Jane Byrne, began to live in Cabrini-Green to focus public attention on the area, but moved subsequently to another place just after three weeks, people confirmed Cabrini-Green as the mayorforsaken section of Chicago.<br />
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However, to the inhabitants of Cabrini-Green, it was also a place of comfort. They aspired for radical changes in the community to eliminate gangs and crimes, yet they also valued Cabrini-Green for their neighbors in it. Donna also cherishes her relationships with neighbors; she laments their departures from where they lived. Despite such intimate relationships, those did not evolve in constant, passionate, and systematic cooperation for the safer and happier community.<br />
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The state and federal government had been annoyed with Cabrini-Green due to its notoriety. In 1995 as many investors started to reevaluate the significance of the Cabrini-Green area and purchase lands in the region, the governments rediscovered its value and decided to raze most of the public housing that was built in the area, and proceed to reorganize the section into the complex of dwellings for the middle class. For the original residents, the government gave two options: to wait until their future houses in Cabrini-Green are rebuilt, or to move into other areas with financial support. Donna and the other dwellers in Cabrini-Green were therefore separated from their neighbors. Donna also kept struggling with her new neighbors, probably middle-class newcomers who refuse to accept relatively poor original inhabitants. The government successfully annihilated crimes and gangs in the area, but lost concern for the inhabitants and their life in the community.<br />
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In Hoengseong, an opposite approach is in progress. Korean Minjok Leadership Academy(KMLA), one of the most prestigious schools in Korea, is probably the most ironical existence in Hoengseong. It is located among fields for farming, and emphasizes Korean traditions through uniforms and buildings in Korean traditional styles: This is all in a concentrated effort to contribute to the homeland. However, KMLA reflects not only the traditions of Korea, but also the polarization and unbalanced development of Korea. KMLA has approximately 500 students from at least upper-middle class families with few exceptions. Nearly two-thirds of the students are from Seoul and its satellite cities. In contrast, Hoengseong is a rural area famous for beef and ski resorts. It suffers from the typical problems of countryside life, such as lack of facilities and population ageing due to the departure of younger generations who seek education and jobs. In fact, KMLA, the school of the privileged, stands on the unprivileged soil of the nation.<br />
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However, KMLA students and local inhabitants began a step toward harmony and development. One of the most notable examples is a tutoring program begun by kMLA students to assist students in Hoengseong. Originally started from a small group of KMLA students teaching in two elementary schools, the program now includes nearly 100 KMLA students and at least seven schools in Hoengseong. There were some conflicts at the start: KMLA students were accused of being lazy in their tutoring time, and an angry school principle protested to KMLA and terminated the program. However, through the incidents, KMLA students understand presence and importance of local community and its predicaments, and the local community once again felt the necessity of KMLA students to help them. Thus, the program was restarted soon. The program is now settled as the symbol of the cooperation between the local community and the school. Furthermore, it is recognized in other regions as an important program that seeks to improve school curriculums and facilities in rural areas.<br />
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Other programs of cooperation include sports. Since KMLA has good facilities for sports and an active club activity system, they contribute to the local community by participating in amateur competitions as representatives of Hoengseong. Those clubs, such as Kendo, baseball, basketball and rowing clubs, have frequently won the first and second places. Thus, Hoengseong recognizes KMLA as an important school for the harmony and coexistence through amateur sports. Contributions of KMLA involve not only accomplishments in competition, but also friendly soccer and basketball matches with neighboring high schools.<br />
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Throughout the world, the rapid development of cities and wealthy areas has triggered the relative retrograde of other areas. KMLA and Cabrini-Green suggest two different models for solving the problem of unbalanced developments. As for Cabrini-Green, the governments forced reorganization of the region of make original inhabitants and middle-class newcomers coexist within it. However, due to policies, many neighbors are separated and each of them struggle with the newcomers who have antipathy toward poor inhabitants. On the other hand, KMLA and Hoengseong have found ways for coexistence and improvement of the local community . The Views from two different regions suggest an important point about solving problems of regional polarization: is it right to fill lands with skyscrapers and apartments without sufficient human concern?<br />
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Source : Wikipedia : Cabrini-GreenMr. Garriochhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07985238654762130084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2052046972495106430.post-4990947101323583172010-12-12T20:49:00.004+09:002010-12-12T20:51:22.227+09:00High Rise – A New Cultural Creation<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-char-indent-count: 3.54; text-indent: 38.95pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Franklin Gothic Book", "sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 200%;">Southwest of Taiwan. The so called “Culture Capital” of Taiwan where all the famous and bustling shopping districts, railway stations, universities, and various Taiwanese cultural heritages are located. This is Tainan, the oldest and one of the earliest developed cities in Taiwan, teeming with crowds that never seem to stop. At night, skyrocketing skyscrapers overwhelm the panoramic view of the city with dazzling lights providing vividness to the whole picture - this is Tainan.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-char-indent-count: 3.54; text-indent: 38.95pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-char-indent-count: 3.54; text-indent: 38.95pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Franklin Gothic Book", "sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 200%;">But as we back away from Tainan’s most bustling area towards the city’s rather unpopular peripheries, we see different pictures. The busy crowd, honking cars, crammed streets, overflowing train stations and soaring skyscrapers gradually disappear. The landscape is sparse and people are much more leisurely, much more humane. This is also Tainan – the same Tainan, but one much quieter than the other.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-char-indent-count: 3.54; text-indent: 38.95pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-char-indent-count: 3.54; text-indent: 38.95pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Franklin Gothic Book", "sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 200%;">The highest among the very few high-rise skyscrapers in Tainan’s suburb is, as a matter of fact, a columbarium – a very tall building with a clean and sleek exterior. From the outside, the columbarium looks merely like a hotel. But inside, we see thousands of identical cubicles neatly and quietly packed against the wall, side by side. Each cubicle is prepared for keeping funeral ashes. When someone is cremated, the remains are stored in a jar, which is then put into one of the cubicles. Once a while, the bereaved families visit the columbarium and run conventional memorial services with the remains inside the charnel house.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-char-indent-count: 3.54; text-indent: 38.95pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-char-indent-count: 3.54; text-indent: 38.95pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Franklin Gothic Book", "sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 200%;">This new funeral style, involving a large charnel house, is completely different from the traditional Taiwanese style. In a traditional Taiwanese way, people are buried underground after death. This process sounds similar to any other funeral style, but the magnitude of a Taiwanese tomb is no match for that of any other graveyard. Taiwanese graveyards are very large – so large that some even take up space as much as a soccer field. Especially in a central city like Tainan which is growing, the conventional method can no longer be accepted as readily as it had been before because of population problems.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-char-indent-count: 3.54; text-indent: 38.95pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-char-indent-count: 3.54; text-indent: 38.95pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Franklin Gothic Book", "sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 200%;">This is where the new high-rise columbarium takes part – it is a modern approach adapting the conventional funeral services to the land scarcity problem. By accommodating thousands of funeral ashes in a single skyscraper, the bereaved families can easily visit their dead kin and execute traditional memorial services inside the columbarium. This effectively prevents unnecessary waste of land.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-char-indent-count: 3.54; text-indent: 38.95pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-char-indent-count: 3.54; text-indent: 38.95pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Franklin Gothic Book", "sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 200%;">Yes, indeed, this high-rise columbarium is something that is totally different from what we consider “normal” urban facilities. What most people encounter everyday are thousands of buildings that were built for strictly urban or residential purposes bearing sleek, metropolitan appearances. An elevated apartment accommodating hundreds or even thousands of residents at the same time in the same place, or tall luxurious business buildings decorated with splendid illumination – these are, again, urban skyscrapers, the direct product of modern mechanization.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-char-indent-count: 3.54; text-indent: 38.95pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-char-indent-count: 3.54; text-indent: 38.95pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Franklin Gothic Book", "sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 200%;">Many people believe such mechanization ultimately destroyed traditional values by relying more on machines than on humans. Of course, it is undeniable that machines, more or less, affected traditions; cars, planes, computers, televisions – they are all not just utilities, but more necessities. Also, mechanizations contributed to reducing diversity within humans – all skyscrapers, cars, even people look pretty much the same now. However, mechanization did not “destroy” cultures. Instead, it created new civilizations within itself. That is, it contributed to standardization on the surface, but eventually contributed to diversification inside.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-char-indent-count: 3.54; text-indent: 38.95pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-char-indent-count: 3.54; text-indent: 38.95pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Franklin Gothic Book", "sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 200%;">The “charnel-skyscraper” is, then, another form of new modern culture developed with the help of modern mechanization. In fact, as land scarcity problem became crucially confronted by most countries in the world, the movement toward cremation became natural, eventually leading to the construction of high-rise columbarium. This type of columbarium is, again, a new type of modern culture, blending the traditional funeral services with new modern land scarcity problems. A new type of funeral culture has developed.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-char-indent-count: 3.54; text-indent: 38.95pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-char-indent-count: 3.54; text-indent: 38.95pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Franklin Gothic Book", "sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 200%;">Our family also takes part in this modern funeral style, although we don’t involve a lofty columbarium. All members of our family (comprising three generations led by my paternal grandfather who is paralyzed and takes medical therapy in a hospital) decided to collect our funeral ashes in a single graveyard located in Yangpyeong cemetery. This decision was made after several months of contemplation, after which my grandmother requested to be cremated and placed where the whole family can reunite after several more years without unnecessarily wasting land. If there had been any columbarium near where we lived, we would also have facilitated such a novel product of mechanization. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-char-indent-count: 3.54; text-indent: 38.95pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-char-indent-count: 3.54; text-indent: 38.95pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Franklin Gothic Book", "sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 200%;">Back to the “bustling” Tainan. Honking cars and pedestrians fill the streets, surrounded by lofty business buildings that block the sunlight. Stoic people, all in similar business suits, walk into and out from undistinguishable buildings mechanically. This is, in fact, a “bustling-but-gray Tainan”– gray concrete, gray suits, gray building walls, gray cars – all, gray. But, again, backing away from this gray Tainan toward the suburb, we see a contrastingly quiet Tainan, quiet but busy. As a matter of fact, it is so quiet that nothing seems to be busy. There are farms, roads covered with dirt, little supermarkets, and not much more. There is, however, a very high columbarium, so high that it is visible from miles away.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-char-indent-count: 3.54; text-indent: 38.95pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-char-indent-count: 3.54; text-indent: 38.95pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Franklin Gothic Book", "sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 200%;">Now inside this columbarium skyscraper is the “busy” part. Although invisible, this is where a novel lifestyle is taking shape, one that fuses modern and traditional culture. Similar in shape but completely diverse in its function, skyscrapers are not just high, gray buildings without any difference within; they are, in fact, spots of cultural creation, one that maintains conventional lifestyle and simultaneously accommodates modern needs.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Franklin Gothic Book;">- John Kim -</span></div>Mr. Garriochhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07985238654762130084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2052046972495106430.post-1787164319612142142010-12-12T10:30:00.000+09:002010-12-12T10:30:14.372+09:00Let's walk out our window - Sangjae Lee<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-family: 맑은 고딕;"><strong>There is a site called Highrise: Out My Window. This site introduces interesting lives of different people throughout the world. Among many people introduced, Zanillya from Amsterdam was my main focus. By viewing her life, I've earned an opportunity to look back on my life. The following essay is what I've felt from the life of Zanillya.</strong></span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-family: 맑은 고딕;">Another Life in Amsterdam</span></span></div><div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: right;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-family: 맑은 고딕;"> Sangjae Lee</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-char-indent-count: 1.5; text-indent: 15pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-char-indent-count: 1.5; text-indent: 15pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-family: 맑은 고딕;">Our lives have been different from those of the past. Development of Internet technology, transportation technology, and other technologies has made us live in a more convenient environment. One of the major changes in our lifestyles is the change in our dwellings. Unlike the past when we had live in houses no more than two-story high, nowadays, fifteen-story high apartments are common in cities. The emergence of such high-rises definitely created a new trend in the 21<sup>st</sup> century.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-char-indent-count: 1.5; text-indent: 15pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-family: 맑은 고딕;">Zanillya, a woman from Amsterdam, Holland, has also adopted such trend. She lives in Bijlmermeer, a high-rise which was once deemed to be Europe’s most completely functional satellite community. Its construction started in 1966 to build a residence which could house maximum 40000 people. After it was constructed, it had to be reconstructed twice to possess its complete shape. First was when the building collapsed due to its mistake in the previous construction. Second was when an airplane heading to a nearby airport crashed to the building, resulting in heavy casualties. As a consequence of repeated renewals, it stands as a durable structure. Furthermore, Bijlmermeer is recognized for its conspicuousness in the region it is located. Being the only high-story building in the district and located among the untouched nature, it is definitely a noticeable structure.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-char-indent-count: 1.5; text-indent: 15pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-family: 맑은 고딕;">Zanillya’s high-rise reminded me of the building I live in right now in a sense that it is quite exotic in the area. I live in Gangwon, South Korea. A white, twelve-story building in which I live is a dormitory of my school, KMLA. The dormitory was built approximately ten years ago, when the school started to accept quite many students and I have lived here since last year when I enrolled in KMLA. One of the characteristics of our school is that it is located far from the cities where beautiful nature, such as mountains, surrounding it provides an excellent view. Moreover, many people farm and raise livestock outside of our campus. Even inside the campus, many traditional Korean structures stand around the dormitory, emphasizing the national identity, which our school deems to be important. These surrounding environments lucidly show contrast with a tall and white dormitory building. In essence, I felt Zanillya’s high-rise to be somewhat similar with my dormitory.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-char-indent-count: 1.5; text-indent: 15pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-family: 맑은 고딕;">Although similar in some aspects, Zanillya’s house and my dormitory room are different in their interior. In Zanillya’s house, there is much antique-looking furniture. Chandelier hangs from the ceiling and a decorous carpet lies on the floor, adding to the beauty and the luxury of the house. Moreover, there are several lamps hanging on the wall, glowing to produce a somewhat homely atmosphere. Also, tables, chairs, drawers with silver decoration, and many golden ornaments exhibited on the wall fill the room to make it seem compact and gorgeous. The whole sight of the room gave me the impression of an ancient Indian palace.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-char-indent-count: 1.5; text-indent: 15pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-family: 맑은 고딕;">Such atmosphere is totally different from that of the place in which I live. Since dormitory is planned to provide students with only the most basic requirements, it is built as simply as possible. For instance, inside the room, there are only a desk, a closet, a drawer, and a bed per a person. Furthermore, the furniture is only painted brown, without any decoration, giving students the sense of uniformity and simplicity. Compared to plain design of my dormitory room, Zanillya’s room was such an ornamented and luxurious one.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-char-indent-count: 1.5; text-indent: 15pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-family: 맑은 고딕;">Other than the exterior or interior of her house, her life also impressed me. Born between her mother who was a Roman gypsy and her father who was a famous musician among the 70s, Zanillya strived to fulfill her dream of becoming a musician. She tried painstakingly and finally became a musician. Her music also reveals her life to some extent. Capable of speaking five different languages, she introduces parts with different languages in her song. Furthermore, a part of the lyric, “want my soul in harmony,” reveals her intention of expressing her true self through her music. Additionally, another part of the lyric, “I get strength for my enemies,” shows Zanillya’s strong will to transcend any hardships she will confront. Through her music, I could feel her true passion towards music.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-char-indent-count: 1.5; text-indent: 15pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-family: 맑은 고딕;">Her life made me reflect on myself. Zanillya knew exactly what she liked and devoted herself fully into it since young. She had a clear motive of pursuing her goal. However, I live without such a profound goal. I am not even sure what I like exactly. When young, I liked playing soccer so much that I wanted to become a soccer player and I also wished to become a pilot because they seemed to be so fascinating. However, as I grew older, such dreams came to be an absurd dream driven by my childish fancy. Looking at Zanillya’s life, I had a chance to think about my future and establish a solid goal.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-char-indent-count: 1.5; text-indent: 15pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-family: 맑은 고딕;">Through the documentary “Out My Window,” I could actually have a good grasp of diverse lifestyles in the world. Although living in a same world, people differ in their lives, including residences, cultures, or personal pursuits. Through indirectly experiencing the diverse aspects of human lives, I not only learned to respect various ways of living but also had an opportunity to reflect on myself, comparing with others. </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-char-indent-count: 1.5; text-indent: 15pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-char-indent-count: 1.5; text-indent: 15pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-family: 맑은 고딕;"><strong>After viewing the life of Zanillya in Amsterdam, I got to think of my life. Throughout my life until now, I found several aspects in which I found interesting. Although I live in a small portion of the whole world, I could expand my view to the entire earth through my experience in KMLA. I believe such effort should be truly called "out my window." By expanding myself to a bigger world, I could mature and find another self. It is definately amazing experience and I tried to express such on the prezi. Enjoy it!</strong></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; mso-char-indent-count: 1.5; text-indent: 15pt;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">KMLA is my home</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">But this was not my only one.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I lived in many different countries</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">To me, they were all so-called homes</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">And before I came here,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Azerbaijan was my home</span></div>Mr. Garriochhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07985238654762130084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2052046972495106430.post-89163668920911286732010-12-11T13:43:00.000+09:002010-12-11T13:44:09.152+09:00Tainan, Seoul and Me<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: right;"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Won Woo Chung<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: right;"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">11b5</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; mso-char-indent-count: .59; text-indent: 7.1pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The window is what separates you and the world. However, the window shows both you and the world. You see yourself reflected in the window, thinking who you are and what you are. Yet, you see the world through the window, understanding what part you take in this world. Out the window, you see these two worlds, trying to grasp the connection between you and the world around.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; mso-char-indent-count: .59; text-indent: 7.1pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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</b></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; mso-char-indent-count: .59; text-indent: 7.1pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Through this window, you glance over at what lies beyond the horizon. The horizon divides the world into two: the sky and the ground. As your eyes roll downward, you see a Taoist temple in the far end. At the 11-3 market near the nunnery, people, busily moving around to stall their goodies, open up their stores and wait for another day to start. Now as your eyes roll upward, you see the sunrise and the endless blue sky stretching beyond the horizon. The ground is where you stay when you live. The sky is where you go when you are no longer of this world. This is a columbarium.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; mso-char-indent-count: .59; text-indent: 7.1pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">“My address number in the tower is 32.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; mso-char-indent-count: .59; text-indent: 7.1pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">XuLuo, an old woman speaks as she points at what appears at a glance to be mere tile. The room is filled with these rectangular shapes that fill up the entire wall surrounding. It is due to their innumerable amount that these rectangles seem only merely as tiles. Yet, every one of these tiles is the most essential; for they are where one will live in the afterlife.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; mso-char-indent-count: .59; text-indent: 7.1pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The “tile,” a storage space for a cemetery urn, is important for XuLou as she now awaits another life after this one. She has even paid twice the average price just to be next to her already departed sons. XuLou now lives in the Shan Hua Shih nunnery, passing her time praying even though her knees don’t let her kneel down. She writes sutras which she wishes to be cremated with during her funeral.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; mso-char-indent-count: .59; text-indent: 7.1pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Wandering around the columbarium, Xi Longxion, son of XuLou Huangzhong, thinks of how time has changed. People used to be buried in these “too big!” grave sites. Thinking of how people continue to meet their deaths, these grave sites will one day “overflow, explode.” Regarding this matter, the columbaria are meeting the demand for the new generation, rising higher and higher as time passes, reaching further and further toward the sky where millions expect to go in the next life.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; mso-char-indent-count: .59; text-indent: 7.1pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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</span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; mso-char-indent-count: .59; text-indent: 7.1pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">“Look at all these match boxes filling up the entire city of Seoul.”<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; mso-char-indent-count: .59; text-indent: 7.1pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Through my window, as I stray upon the scenery of Seoul from my room, I notice all these “match boxes” covering up the streets, the riversides, the mountains everywhere. As time passes, these “match boxes” become taller and taller, reaching further and further into the sky. I see people going in and out of these “match boxes.” This is Seoul, this is the apartment.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; mso-char-indent-count: .59; text-indent: 7.1pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">These rectangular shaped building stacked in rows and columns, to a foreigner must have truly looked like piles of “match boxes.” People no longer live in those traditional Korean houses that comprehend the beauty of Korean culture but in these mere rectangular shaped constructions. This is the reality of Seoul. People, when born until death, need a space to make their lives meaningful. Yet, where can you find space in Seoul? It’s like finding “Waldo” in those crowds of people. The city is overflowed, on the verge of explosion. There is no more space to expand sideward but there is space to expand upward.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; mso-char-indent-count: .59; text-indent: 7.1pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 200%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Today, these apartments are no long mere “match boxes”, as they are becoming pieces of art. The buildings get taller every day reaching the sky. The surroundings are formed into parks, acting as places for relaxation. The “going higher and higher” phenomenon has become trend for human beings. The very instinct to reach the zenith of something, to reach the top, to reach the sky has always existed beneath our very own souls. That is what Seoul is. These apartments, these “match boxes,” these “pieces of art” are the soul of Seoul.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Cambria, serif; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>Mr. Garriochhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07985238654762130084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2052046972495106430.post-729971926938912902010-12-11T13:13:00.000+09:002010-12-11T13:19:15.743+09:00Prezi Presentation : Baseball Is My Life<div class="prezi-player"><style media="screen" type="text/css">
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By Taek Yoon LeeMr. Garriochhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07985238654762130084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2052046972495106430.post-49462922268570495662010-12-11T13:08:00.000+09:002010-12-11T13:09:50.265+09:00Out My Window : Donna, Cabrini-Green, and PyeongchangBy Taek Yoon Lee<br />
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Someone said, “A house is made of walls and beams; a home is built with love and dreams.” Home is where people place their best affection and care that they can give. Home is the place in which a tired and anxious soul can take a rest. When we lose our home, we lose both past and future; the memory and the dream. Thus, people without a hearty home are bound to wander off and get lost. Here, a woman who once lost her precious, cherished home and now lives in the midst of terrible crimes tells her own story. <br />
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Cabrini-Green is where middle-aged black wife Donna has lived her whole life. For her, however, it has been neither a snug house nor a soothing place. Cabrini-Green, one of the most notorious Chicago Housing Authority projects, has gained world-wide infamy for its gang violence for more than 40 years. Her life, stained with crime and violence, is not an exception. From she was a young girl she has seen her deeply beloved friends shot in their heads, whole face gone. She was once shot in her arm, and her son was shot in his leg, although they were no more than a passerby. She prays every time her children go out the door. <br />
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Even her house has never been a reliable shelter from the outside chaos. Since the 1990’s, Chicago Housing Authority has been demolishing the highrise buildings of Cabrini-Green. She has seen her old apartment crumbled into dusts by huge cranes. Donna’s good, old memories amassed while living in the same apartment with her sisters and grandparents were all blown away with dust. Her grandmother and sisters who had been her old companions in whom she could seek relief were obliged to leave the city. She sometimes visits her old apartment in ruins when she misses them. The only thing that comes to her is the yell of laborers to watch her steps. The site always gives her a bitter imagination about what they would be like if they kept living together. “I think [if] they left my grandma her building she would still be alive,” she says in a dismal strain, “But we can’t stop what God has taken… Oh, I miss her, God.” <br />
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The three short clips about Donna and her family were quite shocking for me. Their lives and their neighborhood of Northern Chicago completely overturned my impression of United States of America. Probably I have been too much used to splendid downtowns and neat, peaceful suburbs, mainly featured in American soap operas. Of course, I knew there would be some ghettoes and many crimes out there. However, watching Donna composedly explaining how she was shot in her arm when she was a 13-year-old little girl, I felt weird. How could the boys shoot an innocent girl who is jumping rope in her own community, in front of her apartment? I felt as if Donna and I live in a different universe. I was startled that the border between life and death is so thin and vague there, while I have never seen a real gun or a shooting in my life. How did Donna feel when her son was shot in his leg this June? I cannot even imagine it. Though she says he is alright now, I can feel the innermost pain and anguish from her depressed face and dejected voice. Though the tone of narrative is calm and peaceful, I could feel her loneliness, sense of emptiness, anger, and anxiety about the uncertain future. <br />
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I lived the majority of my life in Seoul. Most of my apartments were near Boramae Park, one of the biggest public parks in Seoul. I had spent my whole life in several highrises as most of citizens of Seoul do. When I was 12 years old, however, my family moved to Pyeongchang, Gangwon province. It is one of the most isolated, remote countries in Korea with the area twice larger than that of Seoul and population around 40,000. At the time we moved to there, every land that I saw from the tollbooth of Yeongdong Highway to my house was only field, in which potato, cabbage, carrot, and radish grew. <br />
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However, everything started to change as Pyeongchang was nominated for candidate city of 2010 Winter Olympics. Most of the field and forests near my house turned into ski resorts and golf courses. Hotels were built on where scallion used to grow, and giant parking lots replaced potato farms. The church I used to go for 3 years and a small grocery my mother used to send me on errands disappeared without a trace. Some shacks and traditional Korean-style houses in which mostly old men lived vanished. Where the pastor, the storekeeper, and the elderly have gone I do not know. If this development is to be accelerated and Pyeongchang is to be a big city, or at least a popular tourist attracting city, I may someday forget where and with whom I messed around goofed around when I was young. <br />
Donna and I share the similar problem: the loss of precious places. Sometimes when I go skiing on the newly built resort, several places remind me of my childhood memories which are still vivid and intense. I know that these feelings are not as painful and distressing as those of Donna, but I am still afraid of the loss of memories, afraid if I will ever be able to remember how my childhood was when I grow up and get back to my town. I can deeply sympathize with the situation Donna faced when she had to leave her familiar home. I can understand how she felt when she had to see her building collapsing down. I know how it ached when she had to give up the place which had been most precious for her. I guess our losses are inevitable price of modern society where everything is changing faster than ever before, and the price is not cheap.Mr. Garriochhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07985238654762130084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2052046972495106430.post-35960289789670070322010-12-11T00:31:00.000+09:002010-12-11T10:47:07.364+09:00Out My Window - Comparing Mazen's Life With My Own<div style="border: medium none;"></div><div style="border: medium none;">By Kim See Wan</div><br />
<div style="border: medium none;">There are numerous highrises in the world, and each of them is surrounded by different environments and conditions. Although they may look alike at first glance, regarding the box-like shape and relatively high height, when you look deep inside them, many factors are unique to each building. The people within have different feelings regarding their own home, face different circumstances, and experience different hardships and pleasures. In particular, what I see and feel when I look out the window of my own home is very different from what Mazen, a guy who lives in Beirut, Lebanon, sees and feels from his own highrise. In short, I see busy people and feel activeness out my window, whereas Mazen sees demolished buildings and gloominess out his.</div><div style="border: medium none;"><br />
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</tbody></table><div style="border: medium none;">The conflict between Israel and other countries in the Middle East has continued since the Arab-Israeli wars, due to the factors regarding the lands and the differences in their religions. This tension eventually broke out when Israel attacked Lebanon for Lebanon’s kidnapping of two Israeli soldiers. Due to this attack, hundreds of Lebanon citizens died, and many buildings and social infrastructures such as bridges were demolished. Moreover, the tension between Israel and Lebanon is still ongoing. According to “Alliwah”, a daily newspaper in Lebanon, an Israeli army representative asserted last August that if there is any conflict occurring between Lebanon and Israel that involves casualties, then Isreal will demolish every military infrastructure within 4 hours. As a result, citizens living in Beirut started to look at their own city through two contrasting emotions: love and hate.<br />
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They loved Beirut because it was the city they were born and raised within; nonetheless, they also hated their city because it was constantly under danger and took away many precious things from them, such as schools, houses, or even family members. Outside the window of Mazen’s highrise, you can see eradicated buildings and bridges, some of them being rebuilt. These buildings remind Mazen of a day when the city was bombed, a day in which he stood on his balcony and witnessed many familiar buildings powerlessly collapsing under Israel’s attack. All his memories, both good and bad, disappeared with a couple of bombs that the Israeli army dropped. Indulged in sad reminiscence, Mazen sometimes emulates the sound of the bombing, the sound that he heard on the very day of the attack, with instruments. The memory is so horrible to him and many others living in Beirut, that the city itself sometimes seems to be soaked in sadness and depression. Witnessing this world through a computer, I feel lucky to be where I am.<br />
</div><div style="border: medium none;">The first word that comes to my mind when I think of my home is “happiness.” All the memories of my childhood are embedded in my home. I remember playing badminton with my parents at the playground, and I remember the birthday parties my parents planned for me. Unlike that of Mazen’s, the relationship between me and my own home is not the complication of love and hate; rather, it is a simple one-sided love. Instead of demolished, abandoned buildings, I see new highrises constantly constructed, and people busily walking around the roads. Moreover, Seoul is becoming more and more important globally, and even held the G20 conference last month. According to the Choong Ang Daily, the media center that was used for the G20 conference is considered the biggest media center ever in size. Thus, many events are constantly changing the city for the better. There are not many chances to feel depression. I see agility, activeness, and business out my window. Mazen’s experience and my own experience are very much different in that sense.</div> <br />
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</tbody></table><div style="border: medium none;">Nonetheless, there are also some familiarities between my highrise and Mazen’s highrise in Beirut. Although Seoul and Beirut are two completely different cities in completely different location, Seoul also has a danger lying behind it. South Korea and North Korea have been divided apart for more than fifty years, going through wars, conflicts, battles, and peace treaties during the time. Granted, there was not a direct attack in Seoul just like there was an attack in Beirut from Israel. However, the conflict between South Korea and North Korea has been increasing greatly recently, especially after the Cheonan incident and the recent Yeon Pyeong Island attack. To add, the current unstable condition in North Korea with Kim Jung Il transferring power to his son, Kim Jung Eun, is causing great tension all over the world. Although I have never worried about such things that Beirut experienced, it is true that we have much in common, more than I am aware of. There are, in fact, missiles pointed directly at my city, and a lot of uncertainty that does not guarantee they will never be used.</div><div style="border: medium none;"><br />
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</tbody></table><div style="border: medium none;">Throughout the world, many highrises were built to fulfill the increase in population. Because each of them is a home to somebody, all of them bear some special memories and recollections. In particular, Mazen has memories of Beirut unique to himself, and I also have my memories of Seoul known only to me. Since the conditions are so different, it is easy to think that there is little or nothing in common between the two of us. However, with deeper insight, all of us have at least a little bit of similarity, since the entire world is connected as a “global village.”</div><br />
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