CHAPTER 35
I’m not sure if Hee-Man is always a slowpoke or if he’s intentionally taking his time because he knows that as soon as this orientation is over, I begin my hard labor. We’ve been here alone for two hours already, and I don’t know any more about the camp than I did this morning when I woke up alone in my cell.
The North Koreans don’t want me mingling with the other prisoners. It makes sense, even though the fact that I’m actually not a spy and have no way to communicate in Korean would make it quite hard for me to spread this dangerous Western propaganda they’re so afraid of. But it is what it is, and I can’t change any of that. With all the anti-American sentiment in this country, I may be safer on my own anyway.
Hee-Man shows me a few pictures of the men I’ll report to. He s
