April 6, 2026. 395. Coming down the mountain path with my elementary s…
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I see a cylindrical object floating in the air next to a spot that is obscured by something.
I quickly approach and look at it up close.
Like a metal tin can, thick brass cores are suspended in five to seven places at the key points, floating in the air. These cores are the foundation for making steam locomotives; parts are attached to them to build the locomotives. They haven't been built yet.
A blueprint is spread out around these metal cores that are floating in the air.
- Ah. So this is how it is made. First, there are a few important central points.
And it is built based on these points.
I observe it with fascination and a sense of awe.
The road turns to the left of these cores.
It is a corner road.
Next to the corner road, I see an old house with a thatched roof.
I head in that direction.
She is a noble beauty. She is a mother, but no ordinary mother. She feels like a very huge mother.
She is wearing white clothes. She is wearing a white Hanbok.
She feels like a mother who is much larger than the embrace I usually feel.
This noble beauty, who gives off the vibe of a huge mother, is making something in a house deep in the mountains.
It appears to be from around the 1950s or 60s. It has mud walls and a thatched roof.
I open the door of the thatched house and go inside.
She is working on making something.
.
I open the straw door.
The straw door is at least three layers thick. It is a layer that has been added to the outside of the door. Ice has frozen over the straw door.
Ah. The annex on the right is not heated.
Inside the annex is a storage room for meju (fermented soybean blocks).
Meju have been made and hung up inside.
The beauty takes out one block of meju.
"- I'm only giving this to Mom. The others have to let it melt when they eat it."
A slender beauty speaks.
She breaks off a small piece of the freshly made meju and gives it to Mom.
Then I wake up. However, the smell of cheonggukjang made from delicious meju wafts around my nose.
The smell of the delicious kimchi soup with meju that Mom used to make stimulates me.
Even though I have woken from a dream, I feel as though I am in my mother's wide, big embrace.
...
We were playing with friends in the mountains. They were elementary school friends.
We seemed to be playing with toys or simple machines... touching and playing with things, or doing work or learning.
Once we finished all that, we were about to head home.
"- Let's go catch the bus now. We need to go somewhere close."
My friend says. This time, we are going down a short path that branches off to the left from the mountain trail.
Last time, we went around the mountain far away and took the path to the right to catch the bus, but today is a path I haven't taken before. So I follow my friends without losing sight of them.
The mountain path going down is a bit steep.
A narrow forest path continues. We run down excitedly.
There seem to be about 4 or 5 of my friends.
The tree leaves form a forest path low down, like a small cave.
We run down this path.
We run down toward the low plains or fields to the left.
"Did you see a hedgehog?" my friend asks me.
"Yes, I did." I tell him what I just saw.
Just as I was about to go down to the field, I saw two hedgehogs hanging from a thick pine branch next to the mountain path. I ran over quickly to observe them closely. Their spines were sky blue and green, like unripe, soft chestnut burrs.
But they were two large hedgehogs. The pine tree had red bark.
It was very thick, and it looked like an expensive pine tree. They were clinging tightly to the base of a branch as thick as an adult's trunk. We are clinging on like ticks.
We enter the path formed by an arch of trees on the left.
There are three entrances joined together. They are about the height of a person.
It is a path leading down to the left. The archway is loosely constructed, so everything on the side is visible. My friend runs toward the middle archway.
I follow down the inner archway.
We turn around the yard of a house in an L-shape and enter an alley.
The yard of this house is made of dirt; it is hard, dry soil that has been compacted.
It is the yard of a house in a rural village.
I follow Seongtae, flying low as if jumping, and follow him almost as if flying.
We dart through the narrow gate like arrows.
Because we are passing through together, it is a bit tight, so it feels like we might bump into each other precariously.
I pass through a little faster; Seongtae follows me in a split second.
Outside the gate, the view widens. It looks like a village open space or a field.
..
As I approach, and my part is added slightly,
it goes up 5% from 95% to 100% and becomes complete.
It is filled to 100% and becomes complete. There are three sets of this.
But I have the thought, "Aren't I clinging to something of little value?"
Usually, people seem to feel great when they get a perfect score or fill it to 100%, but
I feel indifferent.
It has been filled to 100%, but they have to pay out insurance money from this 100.
The boss handles the insurance claim with his own money. He pays the insurance money out of his own pocket.
By doing so, there is no insurance claim filed. This workplace becomes a place with no insurance accidents.
Then, becoming an accident-free workplace is advantageous when winning other construction contracts in the future.
That is why he handles it with his own money instead of using insurance money.
..
I am using a gas stove.
I am cooking.
I placed a pot on the right.
However, the gas burner is burning next to the tripod on the left.
I hadn't placed anything there.
The fire was on.
Startled, I quickly try to turn off the blanket.
First, I turn off the gas button heating the pot on the right.
Then I turn off the main power button.
Thank goodness. There was a bit of a commotion, but the fire is out.
This was caused by the liquid gas remaining inside the gas hose,
and it is related to a certain politician.
..
I woke up earlier than usual. It is 5:30.
I went outside. Outside, there are screws and small parts in a wooden box.
It is a bit chilly. This is a construction site. The cement foundation has been laid.
It seems that work to build the wooden structure is now underway. It looks like they are building a house.
I look for the screws with my hands. And for now, I decided to work on-site only until I use up all the box assembly parts and screws, and then get ready and go to work when it is my usual time to wake up.
I quickly approach and look at it up close.
Like a metal tin can, thick brass cores are suspended in five to seven places at the key points, floating in the air. These cores are the foundation for making steam locomotives; parts are attached to them to build the locomotives. They haven't been built yet.
A blueprint is spread out around these metal cores that are floating in the air.
- Ah. So this is how it is made. First, there are a few important central points.
And it is built based on these points.
I observe it with fascination and a sense of awe.
The road turns to the left of these cores.
It is a corner road.
Next to the corner road, I see an old house with a thatched roof.
I head in that direction.
She is a noble beauty. She is a mother, but no ordinary mother. She feels like a very huge mother.
She is wearing white clothes. She is wearing a white Hanbok.
She feels like a mother who is much larger than the embrace I usually feel.
This noble beauty, who gives off the vibe of a huge mother, is making something in a house deep in the mountains.
It appears to be from around the 1950s or 60s. It has mud walls and a thatched roof.
I open the door of the thatched house and go inside.
She is working on making something.
.
I open the straw door.
The straw door is at least three layers thick. It is a layer that has been added to the outside of the door. Ice has frozen over the straw door.
Ah. The annex on the right is not heated.
Inside the annex is a storage room for meju (fermented soybean blocks).
Meju have been made and hung up inside.
The beauty takes out one block of meju.
"- I'm only giving this to Mom. The others have to let it melt when they eat it."
A slender beauty speaks.
She breaks off a small piece of the freshly made meju and gives it to Mom.
Then I wake up. However, the smell of cheonggukjang made from delicious meju wafts around my nose.
The smell of the delicious kimchi soup with meju that Mom used to make stimulates me.
Even though I have woken from a dream, I feel as though I am in my mother's wide, big embrace.
...
We were playing with friends in the mountains. They were elementary school friends.
We seemed to be playing with toys or simple machines... touching and playing with things, or doing work or learning.
Once we finished all that, we were about to head home.
"- Let's go catch the bus now. We need to go somewhere close."
My friend says. This time, we are going down a short path that branches off to the left from the mountain trail.
Last time, we went around the mountain far away and took the path to the right to catch the bus, but today is a path I haven't taken before. So I follow my friends without losing sight of them.
The mountain path going down is a bit steep.
A narrow forest path continues. We run down excitedly.
There seem to be about 4 or 5 of my friends.
The tree leaves form a forest path low down, like a small cave.
We run down this path.
We run down toward the low plains or fields to the left.
"Did you see a hedgehog?" my friend asks me.
"Yes, I did." I tell him what I just saw.
Just as I was about to go down to the field, I saw two hedgehogs hanging from a thick pine branch next to the mountain path. I ran over quickly to observe them closely. Their spines were sky blue and green, like unripe, soft chestnut burrs.
But they were two large hedgehogs. The pine tree had red bark.
It was very thick, and it looked like an expensive pine tree. They were clinging tightly to the base of a branch as thick as an adult's trunk. We are clinging on like ticks.
We enter the path formed by an arch of trees on the left.
There are three entrances joined together. They are about the height of a person.
It is a path leading down to the left. The archway is loosely constructed, so everything on the side is visible. My friend runs toward the middle archway.
I follow down the inner archway.
We turn around the yard of a house in an L-shape and enter an alley.
The yard of this house is made of dirt; it is hard, dry soil that has been compacted.
It is the yard of a house in a rural village.
I follow Seongtae, flying low as if jumping, and follow him almost as if flying.
We dart through the narrow gate like arrows.
Because we are passing through together, it is a bit tight, so it feels like we might bump into each other precariously.
I pass through a little faster; Seongtae follows me in a split second.
Outside the gate, the view widens. It looks like a village open space or a field.
..
As I approach, and my part is added slightly,
it goes up 5% from 95% to 100% and becomes complete.
It is filled to 100% and becomes complete. There are three sets of this.
But I have the thought, "Aren't I clinging to something of little value?"
Usually, people seem to feel great when they get a perfect score or fill it to 100%, but
I feel indifferent.
It has been filled to 100%, but they have to pay out insurance money from this 100.
The boss handles the insurance claim with his own money. He pays the insurance money out of his own pocket.
By doing so, there is no insurance claim filed. This workplace becomes a place with no insurance accidents.
Then, becoming an accident-free workplace is advantageous when winning other construction contracts in the future.
That is why he handles it with his own money instead of using insurance money.
..
I am using a gas stove.
I am cooking.
I placed a pot on the right.
However, the gas burner is burning next to the tripod on the left.
I hadn't placed anything there.
The fire was on.
Startled, I quickly try to turn off the blanket.
First, I turn off the gas button heating the pot on the right.
Then I turn off the main power button.
Thank goodness. There was a bit of a commotion, but the fire is out.
This was caused by the liquid gas remaining inside the gas hose,
and it is related to a certain politician.
..
I woke up earlier than usual. It is 5:30.
I went outside. Outside, there are screws and small parts in a wooden box.
It is a bit chilly. This is a construction site. The cement foundation has been laid.
It seems that work to build the wooden structure is now underway. It looks like they are building a house.
I look for the screws with my hands. And for now, I decided to work on-site only until I use up all the box assembly parts and screws, and then get ready and go to work when it is my usual time to wake up.
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