Great Novelist

“A 12-hour flight is really hard. ”

He turned on his base. I was unfamiliar with flying for a long time My whole body is groaning. The butterfly sighs a small smile. She seemed familiar with this type of business trip. Even on the plane, she didn't waste her time.

“You're going to have so much fun at Messe. It's a business day, so I can't buy things, but it's a lot easier to get around. It's great on Public Day, and you can see people walking around the exhibition like cosplay or backpacks or carrying carriers.

Forums and 3.0 holes are the most popular, and the K-Pop market is quite in demand these days. ”

Butterflies explained to themselves the scenery of the book on the way to the hotel. In a total of five days, this year's book exhibition is a three-day business day. It's literally a space for business. That day is forbidden to the public. You can trade various rights in various booths and listen to different experiences or authors. She was familiar with the book. Every October, I travel to Germany. She wasn't special. There were so many copyright trades in the book book.

“Do you want to rest today? Or do you want to take a little look around? ”

“I want to see the Maine River. ”

“The ducks that live there are so cute. ”

Australia saw an unusual landscape. Sharp roofs, medieval streets, quaint skyscrapers, sprawling streets, and graffiti decorating the walls. It looked like it would appear in a movie. I left my luggage at the hotel and came out.

“Put on your hat. I'm sure someone will recognize you. ”

“It's Germany.”

“You're a coincidence. ”

I put on my hat because the sun was hot. Frankfurt feels calm somewhere. It was a little hot in October, even though a lot of people passed by.

“Sausage hanging. ”

“Sausage is what you see when you go into the market. It's delicious. How about dinner tonight? ”

“Great. Isn't that gelato you're selling? ”

“I recommend the mango. Should I eat it now? ”

He checked the wallet in his pocket.

“I'll get it. I've changed the money.”

I went straight to the store. It's a small shop. I look over the glass at the gelato. Bananas, lemons, kiwis, mints, coconuts, etc. I thought about it for a moment and decided to follow the butterfly's recommendation.

“Two mangoes, please. ”

“Both mangoes? ”

“Yes.”

The host received the money with his/her bare hands. There were two gelatos in the cones. She looks at her face as she picks it up with both hands. I pretended to be okay and asked.

“What's the matter? ”

She shakes her head with a blunt look. Turn your gaze carelessly. It was a very different hospitality attitude from Korea, but I was thankful to be. I got out of there fast. I was nervous because I thought I recognized myself. The host's expression was uncertain. Maybe he doesn't like accidental writers very much.

“Delicious.”

“Right?"

I grabbed a gelato and headed towards the river. When I went near the Maine River, I saw the first joggers. Hundreds of years ago, the bridge had countless locks on it. Ducks are circling the area. The dark river flows quietly.

“You speak German well. You've never been here before, have you? ”

I was watching the ducks and swans swimming in the river, and the butterflies asked. The mango-flavored gelato in his hand was all that was left of the cones. He looked around. The language sounded familiar, but on the other hand, familiar. I could clearly understand it.

“It's the first time I've ever seen a cathedral. ”

“Beautiful buildings. ”

“A mix of medieval and commercial landscapes. ”

“It's a rebuilt and restored city. ”

This city was once destroyed during World War II. Most of the elegant architecture was restored following the prototype after the war. I looked around the Maine River and saw a cruise ship. Visitors pose with a photo machine on a tripod. Some people drank beer in a relaxed atmosphere. She quietly says if she thought she'd seen enough.

“Can you get to the square now? They sell food there. Goethe House. I don't think I'll be able to see it today. ”

“I'd love to see more of the river. ”

He replied with a slight thought. She was caring for herself.

“You must like the river. ”

“I don't like it. ”

I stopped on the bridge. You reach out your head, grabbing the rail. I look underwater. I can't see very well. The small rumbling surface did not stop moving. It was not a bad view.

“Be careful.”

I grabbed the body that was sneaking up on the butterfly warning.

“I can't save you if you fall in. ”

“Haha.”

I took a walk across the river and came back.

“Let me talk to you for a minute. ”

“Yes.”

The butterfly leaves with his cell phone. He wandered around. As the duck approaches, the duck sits still as if he was used to it. He looked familiar with the food given to him by men. I sat still beside him, but the duck didn't cry.

“Whoa, ducks! ”

It was the boy who broke the peace without notice. The boy rushes towards the duck at once. No matter how relaxed the duck was, he was furious. He flaps his wings. He follows the duck to the end of the landing. The duck quickly stepped into the river.

“Come this way! ”

It was English, like a child coming to Germany to play. His parents were walking from afar. His parents' gaze did not depart from the boy. He looked at the floating duck without saying anything.

“You can't do that. ”

You hear a sound behind you. The man in Beremo said to the boy:

“The ducks are surprised. ”

The boy, of course, did not understand. But my eyes widened to see if I could understand that feeling alone. With a voice and voice that sounded angry, the boy soon ran to his parents. The duck was still on the water. There is only one person left. Beremo's eyes meet mine. He said to himself:

“This is why children. ”

He mutters a little. I didn't think I could understand him.

“I hate young people the most in the world. I don't like old people after that. Everyone can't do anything more than what they've learned. They laugh at ducks floating on the water because they don't have wings. ”

He glanced at him and said.

“You'll learn slowly. Whether it's a kid or an old man.”

As he passes by, he turns his head slightly. It didn't show, but I was surprised. He scratches on his mustache with his blunt fingers.

“Where are you from? ”

“Korea.”

“Did you live here? ”

“No, I'm here for the tour. It's the first time I've ever tasted German air. ”

He narrows his eyes, but doesn't say anything.

“Korea is a country of car players, right? ”

“· · · · · · · Ah, the sockets. ”

“Yes."

I understood the beat late and nodded my head. He didn't like little or old, but he talked about the famous soccer player as if he only liked soccer. It was mainly a compliment for him. I accepted the word roughly. He was more talkative than I thought.

“Hmm."

Suddenly, he starts staring at his face.

“Why? Did you bury something? ”

“Your face looks familiar. ”

Suddenly, a new duck comes out again and sits on the grass.

“I've never seen you before. ”

“Isn't this your novel?

“ · · · · · ·. ”

I had no choice. He nods slightly.

“I make a lot of money writing. ”

He takes off Beremo and says,

“Coincidence, right?"

You notice. He looks around. Only ducks were listening to the story. I see butterflies coming from afar. She's heading this way to keep an eye on the situation.

“Are you a writer by any chance? ”

He rechecked it.

“Yes, that's right. ”

“Let's shake hands. ”

He reaches out his hand. As I got closer, the smell of duck food became subtle.

“Are you here about the book? For the week it's open, all the writers in the paper are talking about it. ”

“I'm just here to study tourism. ”

“Huh? So it's not in the paper? ”

“Yes.”

“Lucky you ran into a coincidence here, anyway. ”

He took out Juju Island's cell phone. Meanwhile, the butterfly approaches.

“You noticed?”

“Can you take a picture? ”

“Of course.”

She picked up her phone. You stand side by side with him. He took the picture and said with confidence.

“Do you know what else you can do besides German? ”

He asked, expressing the nuance that he didn't have to answer. In fact, his gaze was towards the Maine River.

“It's just all in the middle. ”

So even with this answer, he smiled satisfactorily. I didn't talk to him anymore. Butterflies said.

“I keep getting calls from the studio. ”

She looks annoyed. I felt exhausted. I was starting to feel like going into a hotel.

“We have to go. ”

I waved to him. He waved. I turned back the way I had turned. A familiar child stood out in front of the gelato shop. Every time I chased a duck. The bitter host waited for the boy's choice. As he passed by, the boy looked this way. The boy whispered to his parents.

“I know that guy. ”

I thought I killed the voice, but I heard it.

“What?"

The boy boasted to his father. Looks like he wasn't just watching the ducks. My mother turned her head as she listened to me. I looked him in the eye and said, You can see the blue eyes growing larger and larger. This family definitely knew themselves. I also glared at the host.

“Oh my gosh. ”

Find God.

“It's you, right? ”

“Uh, what? ”

I saw a little butterfly. She shrugs.

“You're a coincidence, right? ”

The father put the child down and asked for a handshake. He smiled and reached out his hand.

“All your books are in my study. Your family loves you. ”

“It's an honor.”

“I can't believe I'm meeting you like this. Oh, my God."

The boy looked up at him with a proud look as if the excitement of his father was entirely due to him.

“What are you doing in Germany? ”

“Tourism.”

“I hope I'm not interrupting. ”

“Of course. I'm fine. ”

“Then, can I have my autograph? I'm getting paper now. ”

The couple handed the child to the back and only looked at themselves. The host handed out the paper. It was yours. It was the family's share and the host's.

End of relationship in Germany (2)

lim Han-baek