Devil's Music

In Kingston's Trench Town, you head to the Bob Marley Museum, where all the buildings on the street that appeared to be built in the 1800s were peeled off and damaged. People were sitting on chairs in front of the house with nothing to do, but everyone smiled and waved their hands to see what was so pleasant.

Gun smiles at those who smile at him.

‘Jamaica has a sad history. But why are so many people smiling so brightly? ’

It reminds me of their history before Gun came to Jamaica. Jamaica, a British and Spanish colony, was a slave auction for African black people. Over 10 million black people were brought to Jamaica, and over 1 million people were killed on board the ship during the extraction. After independence, two party fights killed many people in a number of gunfights, which continued into the late 1970s.

A country that has found peace in less than 40 years. This country is still full of people with gunshot wounds who have not healed. It was in Jamaica, a poor country with less than $5137 per capita GDP, that many people couldn't figure out why war wounds can smile like this 60 years ago compared to Korea, which has not yet healed.

I saw my grandfather playing with a joyful smile, beating Percussion that looked like he had made it himself. And I saw the people gathered around him, shaking and singing.

‘How can people with this history, living at this economic level, look so happy? ’

I was surprised to see the people dancing. It was because I noticed a man in his 60s without one leg smiling and dancing on his crutches. Standing there for a long time, there is a hand holding the arm that was staring at them with a blank expression. The gun bows its head and sees a young child holding his hand. The black child grabs the gun's arm with a smile on its face.

“Yes? What's the matter? ”

The child dragged the gun and approached Percussion first, shaking and dancing excitedly. Looking at the case with a surprised look, the people around you approached him with a dance. They gather together to enjoy themselves while looking at the Asians in wonder.

“Haha, yes. Dance with me."

As the guns began to dance to the crazy rhythm, the children began to smile with their fingers pointing. The adults also watched the ridiculous dance and blew the fireworks. When Gun saw their laughter, he began to dance even more ridiculous. The kid who brought the gun bursts out laughing as he rolls around the floor. As soon as I took off my hat and stole my forehead with my sleeve to wipe off the sweat, the area that was noisy became quiet. The gun looks around quietly with its hat in its hand.

Everyone was looking at the case. Some people raised their fingers and began shouting.

“Kay?"

“Cayda!! ”

“Wow!!! Kay!!! ”

“The Black Hero! ”

Even though Gun felt his mistake, he raised his hat and greeted the innocent people who approached him with a cheerful look.

“Hello, I'm Kay! ”

“Whoa!!!!!!! ”

“Sign me!! ”

“Me, me! ”

Gun also signed the sketchbook, hugging each of the young children who ran in with it. In the eyes of the fan service that had been surrounded by people for a long time, an elderly man opened the way ahead with admiration. The old man was wearing a Rasta-style reggae hat and a half-arm. When the old man approached the case, the black boy who was being signed said with a smile.

“Natty! Kay's in town! ”

Nati nods, smiling lovingly.

“Yes, Molly. I have something to tell you. Can I borrow your brother for a minute?

Molly nods, smiling and jumps out forcefully, shaking the sign the gun gave her. The people around him, too, turned to him one by one when they saw them scattered to do their job.

“Your name is Kay? ”

Gun straightened up and said.

“Yes, I'm Kay, Mr. ”

Nati shakes her hand and says,

“You can just call him Nati. I came all the way to Jamaica for a proper cup of Blue Mountain coffee. Follow me.”

Gun followed Nati into the Bob Marley Museum in Beige, a short distance away from being seen. The Nati who made me sit on the couch put roasted coffee beans in a bowl and grinded it.

“Coffee tastes much deeper than refined, by the way. ”

Gun laughed as he watched Nati grinding coffee beans and saw the pictures on the wall around the couch. The pictures on the wall were filled with photos taken by young Nati and Bob Marley. Gun quietly looked at the picture and asked.

“Are you the guy from Bob Marley's" Nati Dread "? ”

Nati smiles with white teeth as she grinds her coffee beans.

“Yes, it is. It was an honor to sing about me, huh?"

When I looked at Nati with a fresh look, Nati smiled and started pouring hot water on the fertilizer paper. As the strong coffee smell filled the room, Nati reached out the cup.

“Well, Jamaican pride. Blue Mountain coffee. ”

I carefully took the coffee that poured it out like a glass full of gunpowder and drank a puff of steaming coffee.

“Wow! It's really deep! ”

Nati smiles deeply and sits across the street with her coffee.

“So, are you here to see Mali's museum, too? Or tourism?"

“Yes, both. Haha. ”

“I see. Seems pretty famous back there. What's he doing? ”

“Oh · · · First of all.. I'm a student..”

“Student? Why are you famous? Aren't you a celebrity?”

“Oh, let's just say I play music, haha."

Nati nods and looks at the gun with fresh eyes.

“Really? That's why you followed in Mali's footsteps. ”

“Yes, he is. He's a respected musician. ”

Nati spoke in harmony.

“Yes, like the founder of Reggae. ”

I asked again with a surprised expression.

“Yes? Did Reggae invent Bob Marley? ”

Nati said with a bloody smile.

“Well, it's clear that there was no such genre until Mali mixed African and American rhythms and blues. So Mali is the founder. ”

Gun nods with its eyes. Nati spoke while looking into the matter.

“The first Jamaican band to perform on tour in the United States was the 'IThrees,' which was Mali's band, so you can almost see it as the founder. Of course, he was more respected for the peace he brought than for the music. ”

The gun nods violently.

“Yes, I saw it in a documentary, but it really creeped me out when I heard two party representatives holding hands that fiercely fought at the 'One Love’ concert. ”

When Nati looked at the matter, the two joking eyes gathered together and shouted.

“Peace is here in Jamaica! ”

Nati and Gunn look at each other, grabbing the boat and smiling. Nati looked at the watch and said, looking at the watch that looked fun.

“Oh, my God. We don't have much time before the museum closes. It's fate, too. I'll show you. Nobody knows Mali like I do. ”

“Wow, really? I'm so excited that someone from Bob Marley's song will show me."

Nati smiled and headed to the museum. Nati arrives in front of the museum and opens her mouth.

“Well, you see that red truck over there? That's Marley's car. Now it's a car that's ruined enough to say it's a car. And that blue truck over there was Mali's first car. I used to take that to the beach in Montego Bay a lot. ”

Gun goes around with Nati's guidance. I expected there to be a lot of people, but I surprisingly didn't see them except for a few, so I did not disturb the viewing. Nati walked into the museum and pointed to the black guitar inside the glass tube.

“This was Mali's first guitar. Nothing but a classic guitar. I made a lot of music out of it. ”

The gun creaks to the floor and sees Marley's guitar. The black paint was an old guitar, but the rope doesn't rust to make sure the caretaker was the right one. Nati pointed to the next room as he looked closely at the guitar.

“Over there is Mali's last guitar. The rest is an exhibition of Marley's photos and albums, so I don't have to explain. I'm gonna sit in front of you, so take your time and come out. ”

I waved my hands at Gun and looked around the other room when I saw Nati leaving the front yard of the museum. Although the museum was smaller than I expected, I could feel his breath just by being able to see the various items used in Bob Marley's life. After a short viewing, he came out of the museum, and sat on the bench in front of the museum, noticing the sleeping Nati.

"You're old, you're tired. Sorry · · · '

As I was looking down at Nati for a moment, I saw a large tree with a cool shade across from the museum. Walking under the tree, the tendon sits in the shade of the tree's rest and cools off the sweat. I closed my eyes for a moment when I looked around the scenery.

And there's a cool breeze around the case. When the wind that was cooling my body after the hot weather in Jamaica disappeared, my eyes opened for a pleasant smile and feeling of the wind.

There was a change in the landscape that reflected that case. The nati across the street disappears, and Bob Marley's museum disappears. Buildings have remained unchanged, but roads have disappeared and roads are made of dirt. As he looked around, he saw that all the rare people had disappeared, he saw another person sitting in the shade of the tree and looking at the same place as him.

He smokes marijuana with a slight frown, then smiles as he makes eye contact with the gun. I thought, smiling face to face, that I saw his smile.

‘You're dreaming again. ’

< 125: Part 3 in Jamaica. > End

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