Seoul
I spoke with the young woman in glasses. She was so earnest, passionate yet contained and organised. Bored police milled around out of shot. We saw demonstrations in a number of sites. I am reminded of De Tocqueville’s “Democracy in America.”
The hobo had passed me earlier singing to himself, we had exchanged smiles, between the smiles we saw no less than three new shop signs being put up – surely an index of prosperity.
