I have become really silent over the past view months, not as a bad thing like anti-social, but more of a listener. I have been wanting something for a long time, and what I want I must have it, if it is truly important to me. I have talked on another article here about North Korean Concentration camps. Two years ago on exact date of Feb. 14th my teacher had told us specifically about her and her husband. She was driving and him in the passengers seat in a slouching position reading a book. This book had green and silver on it... For green of people to me which always looked like nature and the silver of rocks of a river gleaming. Her husband was in the military and he had read this book for his liking supposedly, it was about North Korean concentration camps aka gulags. *one well known camp number 22* She read us a vivid sentence, this man that had escaped the camps after ten years... And the scene where he had gotten beaten into a septic tank. I remember it like it was yesterday, and I can remember every single detail, from the book to external things such as a color a person was wearing.
That's not the point though, three months later almost I asked her about the book... And she said she had no clue what I was talking about. I asked her again and again, she said it was probably just all in my head, and I knew it wasn't. I could remember the cover... The scene the reality of it all... But not the title... It made me furious to forget it. I thought I would never see that book ever again because I had forgotten the name... Or maybe it wasn't even real... Or so that's what I was told many times. This Thursday I got a second chance, a girl in my drama class, her parents from Korea had gotten the book online. I couldn't believe it when I saw it with my own eyes... She said I would probably like to see the title... Because I had talked about it out in public before. I was filled with so much joy, two years of not thinking it possible and it showed up out of nowhere. The book is called The Aquariums of Pyongyang by Kang Chol-hwan.
Also on another note the day before the shooting I kept on seeing numbers 3, 13, and 33 the most of them all. I really like these numbers, but they also are warning factors if presented in other ways. I was glad to find the book and it must be a sign to continue further, which I most dearly hope to.