Life, Once Again!

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Act one.

Yang Kanghwan lowered the newspaper that was covering him.

“Phew. Your mouth hasn't changed. ”

Around the bus station. It's winter, so there's a lot of homeless people around. Kanghwan has been living here for two weeks.

“Ms. Yang. ”

It was Mr. Kim who showed up with the soju bottle. It goes from here to Oya. Oya is the leader of a group of homeless. If you think you can sleep comfortably anywhere, you are homeless. This floor also has rules for this floor.

“Have you been drinking since morning? ”

“It's the morning drink. Nabulbulbul, I see you've been talking a lot lately. Here, have a drink. My body will get warm.”

November, the weather is cold enough to survive on newspapers alone. The outer wall of the terminal is said to block the wind, but this is the outermost part of the fighting room. There may be a breeze that falls asleep on the ground as an unfamiliar body. It's better to die if you get beaten up in homelessness, Kim said.

Kanghwan takes a sip of soju. It heats the stomach.

“Take it easy. If you curl up in the cold, your bones will be crushed. ”

Kanghwan nods and relaxes. The stiff muscles of last night screamed. It doesn't look like there's anything wrong with your body when you feel pain. When Mr. Kim woke up, he said it was a really dangerous sign. There's a good chance that one of them is broken and I don't even know if it hurts.

“Come on! Get up and spread out! ”

Kim woke up the homeless who were lying down. One by one, he rubs his eyes and removes the place where he was lying. Kim is the one who made the rules here. The reason homeless people can collaborate with the terminal is because Mr. Kim's rules are well maintained.

When the crowds are crowded, they must leave. It doesn't come together in a high-profile area. Seats are clear. No friction with customers Last but not least, make sure it doesn't smell.

“Mr. Park! Suck your clothes! ”

Mr. Kim said, Park nodded and stood up. The homeless passengers who were gathering were terrified to clear their seats.

“Come on, huddle up. ”

Kim told the terminal staff that he was going to move quickly with a smile on his face. It was then that the woman in the early thirty clashed against the homeless man who was about to leave. Kanghwan was also a homeless Mr Hwang who was familiar with it. He's been in this terminal for three days, and he still has his pride. He said, “If only it wasn't a guarantee.” I said.

The woman who bumped into him looked up and down and turned around. Mr. Hwang's eyes turned upside down on that face.

“Bitch, where are your eyes? How am I doing?! ”

Kanghwan quickly ran out kicking his tongue. With just one complaint, the homeless people nested in the terminal are forced back into the streets. One person, Mr. Hwang, will be expelled from this place because of the tropical people who avoid the cold.

Kanghwan grabbed Mr. Hwang's arm and dragged him back, and Kim spoke to the woman quickly.

“Are you okay, miss? ”

“Oh, yeah. ”

Mr. Kim's outfit is clean. It doesn't look homeless. Hiking outfits. That looks like a big business executive. When Mr. Kim asked carefully, the woman quickly calmed down and replied. It was Mr. Kim who naturally took the woman inside the terminal.

“Mr. Hwang. Calm down.”

Kanghwan quickly took Mr. Hwang away before the staff could see him. Hiding place is the bathroom. After exhaling each breath, Mr. Hwang soon showed a disdainful look.

“Why do I look like this.... ”

“Wash up and calm down. I think Mr. Kim is taking care of it. ”

“... I'm sorry. ”

Mr. Hwang's mouth smelled of pale liquor. Kanghwan shakes his head and comes out. I saw a woman walking to the bus stop after hanging up a ticket from a distance. You don't seem to mind the staff.

“What about Mr. Hwang? ”

“Bathroom.”

Kim sighed afterwards.

“Yesterday I drank alcohol... I thought I'd get this tail. ”

“You don't say anything? ”

“I told you to think you stepped on shit. She quickly avoided me, too. Phew, I shouldn't have done this. Winter is coming and the staff is in trouble if it's out of their eyes. ”

“I see.”

Mr. Hwang came out of the bathroom. He nods at Mr. Kim with a sketchy face and walks out of the terminal.

“It's because I have pride, pride. I'd have to give up that useless pride to relive it. ”

Kim told me to work hard while tapping Kanghwan's shoulder. Perhaps Mr. Kim will go to the ant market. But there's a good chance he'll come back from nothing. We had a strong 20-something coming in. Kim, who was once the CEO of a mill, said the economic wave that hit him during the IMF had collapsed. Since then, he has not been able to get a divorce or regenerate, so he is entering a homeless life for six years.

Kanghwan looked at Kim's lonely walking back. A terminal where homeless people gather. I hear it's been a long day, and I hear the words, "life failures." But do they know who's grinning and giggling? Those who were crouching and lying here were once senior personnel and individual business owners.

Those who do not want to become losers, but still receive sympathy with their fingers. I took out my notebook with a smile. And I wrote down the emotions that I was feeling. What you ate in the morning, what happened, what temperature your body is experiencing and what the landscape looks like. It was written in detail and vivid.

Kanghwan pulled out two cups of vending machine coffee and handed them to the bus driver with his face on a few days ago. When I was listening to such stories, news came out on the radio.

- housing prices in Gangnam have grown 20 percent.

“I should have bought that land, Sibule. ”

“I heard the price of land in Gangnam has increased a lot. ”

“I sat down and made a few thousand dollars. Humans sitting on the pavement are so colorful. Luckily, the people who bought the land in Gangnam are using rakes to collect money. The world must be filthy, or it must be exhausting. ”

The bus driver who grabbed his coffee sees the homeless people slipping away.

“Poor bastards, too. I can't even look at my wife and kid's face and let them in because they don't have any money in their hands. What money is, turn a perfectly healthy household into half a moron. ”

The bus driver disappeared, leaving a note saying, "Thank you."

The diversity of the eyes of the homeless. The more men around the same age, the more they looked at the homeless. because they are empathetic. Scary empathy that if you don't get it right, you can get into that line.

“Ms. Yang. ”

“Hey, Mr. Kim. ”

Kim, who thought he had gone to the ant market, appeared with a rice paddle in one hand. Drinking at this hour? We have to put aside the illusion that homeless people are messing around. Of course, there are those who lose their will and sink into the Abyss, but those who are busy moving to resurrect are placenta. Among them, Kim was a timely person like a clock. One sip of soju a morning was a medicine for life, not a way to enjoy it. However, the rice cakes in my hands were ready for entertainment.

“What about work...? ”

“I'm here to escort the one who's going. ”

At that.

Kanghwan shivers slightly.

“Somehow I think I'll go today. How about a drink? ”

* * *

I sprinkled soup on the side of the bag and smashed it. That's what makes for a great soju. Two people are having drinks at a banquet in a road park next to a terminal.

“What kind of relatives? ”

“Acting.”

“Acting? Then why? ”

“If you want to act, you have to know. We need to expand the narrow world so we can act. ”

“Is it helpful to be homeless? ”

“Yes, because my role is homeless. ”

“Haha, this guy. When I first saw you, you recognized me. ”

“What did you recognize? ”

“He's crazy. ”

In response, he burst into laughter.

“Strange since the young and undead came crawling in. And the eyes are alive. I don't want to say this out loud, but being homeless means putting myself down. Authority, pride, face. We're the ones whose lives are so fundamental that we can't even take this shit. You can tell by the look in their eyes. Oh, you took a picture of the human Han River bridge once. ”

It was Mr. Kim who didn't hurt scary words. Hearing that, Kanghwan became sorry.

“I don't blame you. I'm just saying, did you learn a lot? ”

“Yes, I've learned a lot. ”

“There you go. I'm glad there's something to learn from the underworld. ”

“What are you talking about? This is also a place where people live. ”

Kanghwan filled Mr. Kim's cup with rice wine.

Later, Kim told Kanghwan everything about his life that had not been good enough. In the middle of speaking, Kim stole the eye area with a spiky back of his hand.

“It's not what we came here for, is it, Ms. Yang? We treat ourselves like criminals when we watch TV. Like a loser who doesn't think about quitting his life and coming back to life. I want to say something to those guys. What do you know about us? You bastards! I was the boss, too! He used to make donations all the time! You know what, guys? But it's ruined. If I screwed up because I'm bad, it's not fair. It's not unfair... ”

Mr. Kim's anger was intense and devastating. He had never been angry enough to take care of the other homeless people, and he was pouring out his words as if he was releasing everything today.

Kanghwan put all those words in his ears and in his heart. Tears are delivered. Grief is transferred. By the time Mr. Kim finished saying everything, he was also crying.

“Why is Ms. Yang crying? ”

“Can't you cry? ”

“No way! Thank you for crying. Thank you! ”

Now it was Mr. Kim who was pouring into a paper cup with a chuckle.

* * *

A smile grabbed a ticket and headed to the theater. The play has just begun.

to see 'human repayment'. I tried to visit the dressing room before the show, but I entered immediately because it was a little late. In a theater filled with over 300 seats. A smile tried to get a ticket personally, but it was sold in 10 minutes at the same time as the Internet launch. Now the tickets are from a friend who's going to the play today.

“When will Kanghwan get out? ”

“I see.”

The two girls who looked like college girls next to me struggled. He is still a popular friend. A peculiar fellow who came out of a stable workplace called the City Theatre and entered the local theater. He gradually gained fame at the local theater and was elected to the Seoul theater. Rumor has it that they are trying to take Kanghwan from the gigantic theater that wrinkles up the university road.

‘I'm him. ’

Well done.That explains a lot. But I'm not jealous. I know exactly what he's doing to get that compassionate appeal.

His effort gives me a nod. No, I get used to it.

‘That's how much you deserve to be treated. ’

Reasonable amount of practice. I was watching the stage for a while. At the same time as the announcement of the start of the play, it became a cancer battle. You hear a barren wind somewhere.

It was the sound of the pole opening.

* * *

I feel suffocated. I thought smiles were similar not only to myself, but also to others. A play for adults. There are no sexual scenes. But violence is rampant. Psychological violence, not physical violence.

It postpones the cruelty of society, the cruelty of humanity, to the point that it is persistent.

Crazy.

The people who built this stage, the actors on this stage, are all crazy. Among them, oppression is…….

Spotlight is on.

He stands under a pillar of bright light. A loud car passing by. With Clarkson baking, a last-minute soap opera begins.

“I saw the text on the Han River Bridge. I want to go quickly. Seeing that, my friend said he wanted to go home quickly. To the house where his wife is, the house he's waiting for. I want to go at least an hour early. ”

He extends his trembling hand forward.

“You know what I was thinking? The only thing I could think of when I saw the same thing was wanting to die fast. It sounded so gentle to you, it was a horrible thing to say to me to egg my body."

He kneels. The smile heard the college girls moaning. overwhelmed by that disgraced, useless, staring actor on stage right now.

“Loser. Loser. Failure. That's what you'll call me. But just know this. I didn't want to be a stray. ”

I hear his head slowly. Anger, affection, despair, fear, and a plea for life. A complex face with all of them facing the audience.

“It's just... you're a little luckier. Remember, it could be you next. This unstoppable inferno could come for you. So I'll pray for you. May you live when that moment comes. ”

He pulls back.

And...

Boom.

The stage is dark.

* * *

There's nothing to say. Exiting audiences clap their mouths as they look at each other. Some people shredded the pamphlet and threw it in the trash. Others grimace and stroke their arms.

Different reactions seem to mean one thing.

I don't want to see you again.

He shakes his head. It's hard to make money. It's a sensation or a perfect burial.

because the play is too painful.

“I'm squeezing your heart. ”

I'd rather be a widow. I can see you crying again. But this…… was a vivid criticism in direct line with life. The smile quickly ran into the dressing room. I expected it to be roughly a part of the play he was in, but it's less than this.

After saying hello to people I know, I broke into the makeup room. In front of the crematorium, you see Ganghwan removing his makeup.

“Oh! A smile! ”

“Oh, come on! ”

The smile hits the head of the steel with the pamphlet he was holding.

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The film is up.

It's freezing. It's freezing. Spring should be here soon.

Act one half is the next episode of Gyeonggi-do culture, and act one is three weeks before Gyeonggi-do culture. I'll be out later, so don't worry about it.

I'm finishing up again today... It's freezing! Thank you. Thank you very much.

And thank you for the coupon.... I think I can eat my fill. Hmm. Even Gunbuns.