Chapter Twenty-eight
A taste of freedom
“What do you mean, you don’t have a match? You were smoking a cigarette when we left the camp!”
“Yeah, Chol gave it to me.”
“Well, don’t look at me, I don’t have any.”
“Forget it. Let’s go.”
The clank of the empty Jeri-can thrown onto the bed of the truck rang in Gun-ho’s ears.
Its engine started and the truck pulled away.
Gun-ho lay still, hidden by the charred remains he’d used to cover himself. Soon all Gun-ho could hear was the wind blowing. Jae-sun told him to do everything slowly—think, look, and listen.
Gun-ho gently uncovered himself from his hide and slowly crested the lower slope on the back side of the pit. He looked around in every direction and didn’t see a soul, but he did see a big wide world, and he liked what he saw.
Jae-su
