“Right.” I nodded as I realized that he’s a rich man. “Are you having a headache?” dialling at the telephone. “I think so … but it’s manageable.” he replied while continuously massaging his forehead. After following the instructions on how to make an international call, I finally got connected to the telephone at home. New York is 13 hours behind from Seoul so if it’s 7pm here in South Bronx then it’s 6am in Chang-dong. “Hello?” Dad’s voice on the line, he’s probably having breakfast at the moment as I heard him chew a few times as he answered my call. “Hello, Dad. It’s me, we just arrived at our accommodation here in South Bronx, New York City.” I notified him of our safe arrival. “Dad, you put a medicine kit in my luggage, right?” I look at Pluto who’s trying to ease his headache.

