A country house with a torn side, volleyball in the mountains, Coffee President Bang Soon-ja, with my daughter in the main room, the ancient space inside the stairs, the Himalayan border, coming down after receiving compensation such as medicinal herbs. > Bonds Gallery

It is a country house.

But it is a two-story house.

Ashes are visible on the floor of the first level.

From the outside, the side of the house is open.

Upstairs, Dad is rummaging through the pile of ashes and saying something.

It sounds like he is scolding me.

I say loudly, "Shouldn't we repair the side where the wall has collapsed?"

"What do we do if a tour bus comes to the rice paddy next to us?" Dad and Mom say loudly to me.

I seem to be saying that since I would be embarrassed if too many people saw it, it is only natural to repair it.

...

I finish a task and go up to a high place.

This is in the mountains near the country house.

Many people have gathered in a high spot in the mountains.

A stage has been set up at the top, and people are performing.

People are watching down below.

I happen to walk up onto the stage.

Here, the actors who performed in the play are having a conversation as the main characters.

"Do you want to say a word?"

The moderator asks me. I shake my head silently.

Then I look to the left, and there is a familiar face.

Ah. I realize that this couple were the ones who played some impressive roles earlier.

Then I turn around and walk down the mountain path.

My younger brother, his wife, and my cousins ​​are playing volleyball.

A radio or cassette player is combined into a strangely shaped speaker.

I find this setup fascinating.

"So you guys use this to relieve stress."

"Aren't you going to play, brother?"

I know my cousins ​​are playing a game where they toss a volleyball to pass and hit each other to relieve stress.

But I don't want to join in, so

I walk down.

Now I see the stream.

A large truck with a trailer towed behind it lives by the stream.

However, a whining sound, like a horse's whining, comes from the trailer at regular intervals.

It appears the trailer being towed by the large truck is performing some work by the stream.

Thick hoses are coiled up next to the trailer.

I see a middle-aged woman on the roadside to the left. She is teaching a somewhat frail young man.

She is teaching a young man who is slightly lacking in normal ability. I recognize it immediately upon seeing it.

A little further on, a wide river comes into view.

Three massive robots are working by the river.

They are working in the stream, covered in muddy water.

As I pass by, they slowly come to a halt.

It is not that they have broken down or finished their work. They are simply finishing their current task and waiting for the next one.

I just know that.

. ..

My wife and I stopped at a self-service coffee shop.

And we are talking about how to brew coffee.

"See? I told you not to brew it too hard," I say.

"I am Bang Sun-ja, the Coffee President. I told you this is the right way to do it," my wife retorts.

...

I am in the room with my cute daughter.

She is so cute. It seems it is time for us to go to bed now.

My daughter keeps trying to play. She is being cheeky.

I tell her several times to stop playing around.

Come to think of it, this room is part of a large house.

A few other people have settled down in the corner and are resting in silence.

It is evening.

As I walk with my daughter, I spot a remote control next to my feet.

It is a different remote from the one I used to turn on the TV earlier.

However, realizing that the TV sound is disturbing others,

I quickly lower the volume using the remote next to my feet.

In any case, it is a relief that the sound has decreased.

I am standing in front of a door. This is another corner of the large room.

There are two doors, and it looks like there are people inside.

A fallen doorknob lies in front of the left door.

I push the fallen doorknob closer to the left door.

And then I come out of this corner.

...

It is a bag. Inside the bag is an original book.

...

A small house is attached next to a large building.

The large building is sturdy. The small house is tiny, like a single-room police outpost.

A police officer keeps pushing this outpost towards the wall.

The outpost hut hits the wall.

And as it keeps hitting it, it shakes.

What are they trying to do by doing that?

Will the hut sink into a diamond shape and lose some height?

Why are they doing that?

I observe from the side.

- "I discovered a way to enter by widening the entrance to the stairs."

A woman continues speaking.

Now I am inside the large building. It is dark inside. They are excavating an underground cave or the ruins of an ancient civilization.

Inside the dark building in the center is the site where this civilization is being excavated.

Light is visible in the center. Ah. This is the staircase section of the ancient civilization.

It means we are going to zoom in and enter this area. It means we can bring the diamond-shaped police hut, which was folded earlier, into this place.

I move toward the staircase where the light is coming from. My gaze shifts.

Inside the staircase, an enormous hall is visible.

It is dark. Although the size is not very large,

a brightly lit area is visible in the center inside.

I walk over to the back to take a look.

The brightly lit area inside is divided into four sections.

1 - Dictionary, the real thing

2 - Food selling area

3, 4 - Other spaces

I am looking around the food selling area (No. 2), which is modeled after the shape of the truly valuable thing (No. 1).

No. 1 is the real original.

I feel that I must bring an acquaintance here later to show this.

I want to show my acquaintance, the older gentleman, that there are actual originals inside—the original dictionaries and books.

...

It is a university. A female student is visible in front of me.

She is a PhD student in the humanities.

My friend and I observe from the side as they calculate electrons.

"Of course, they set it up to be implemented first, then have it do the construction to calculate it," my friend says.

There is a box about the size of a rectangular tube, and a bright light moves back and forth inside it.

Then, it fills the inside of the rectangular box. The machine is running.

And after operating it like this, it directly calculates the value of the electron.

I was a bit fascinated. To think a humanities student would calculate something like this.

Anyone can see that this is the realm of the sciences...

...

We go up into the mountains. It is a very high altitude area. It is a border region.

It looks cold.

Three soldiers emerge from a police station or military base building in front of me. The first soldier is wearing an office uniform. Ah. Anyone can tell that he is a soldier working in an office.

That is the kind of attire he wears.

The second soldier is wearing a regular military uniform. The third soldier is wearing a Chinese military uniform with red accents.

Since I know a little Chinese, I exchange greetings with the third soldier. He understands and is glad to see me.

We pass this building and continue going uphill.

I am going up with a woman.

It is a rugged mountain range.

- Where were you trying to go?

- It is the Himalayas. Near Tibet.

I tell her the place I saw on the map earlier.

We continue climbing high into the mountains.

We are trying to cross the border through the snow-covered high mountains.

It seems I am helping with that.

- But how do they recognize her?

Ah, that is right. The people taking her have no way to distinguish her.

I give the woman a black bag. Inside the black bag was an orange balloon,

so if I tied it around my body, I could roll it up quickly.

...

It is a mountain valley. We are walking along a mountain path deep in the mountains.

It is a narrow trail that goes up and down, passing through a valley.

About four or five of us came here as experts to perform evaluations or work.

Now that the work is finished, we are on our way down.

"I’ll pay you generously. You’ve worked hard coming all the way up into the mountains like this," the man says to us.

"No, actually. We intend to charge less. We wanted to treat the customer well."

My friend and I agree that accepting a slightly lower fee to treat the customer well would be more beneficial for our business.

We now head down the path leading down the mountain.

My friend and I carry armfuls of ginseng and precious medicinal herbs as we go down.

I share a thick piece of ginseng with my friends next to me. However, perhaps because they are large ginseng roots, they disappear quickly. From then on, I plan to count the roots and give one to each person. I wonder if I am being a bit stingy, but I feel that if I give them all away, mine will be gone, so I intend to keep some for myself.

We walk down the mountain carrying the medicinal herbs.

If we find a place with suitable clean water, we will light a fire there and consume these herbs.

We finally arrive at a slightly wider valley at the foot of the mountain. A muddy road runs to the right.

People are passing by little.

We look for a place where clean water comes out.

There is a lot of muddy water. It is hard to see.

I think I can go back to the valley we came down from earlier,

find a spot further down,

make a small channel to bring clean water there,

and use it to consume the herbs.

It is not that difficult.