One Night Two Days In Daejeon

   It was around five years ago when I went to Daejeon to meet my old buddy. Since then, the line between the two has been disconnected. It was not my intention, though. But the situation has been ended that way. I was curious from time to time how he was doing. However, I believed it was not a good idea to search for him. He had his reason to stay by himself at least for a while. Time flies and it has been five years.

   On the way in the train, I recalled many trips I had made to Daejeon along with past memories, and the most distinctive image was that although I didn't remember when it was, I was riding the train on a pouring rainy day. The weather couldn't bother a fast bullet train at all, but it was a little fear, spreading inside, especially for little kids. Anyhow it took only an hour or so to get arrived.

   I met my buddy at the station. He was not changed a lot since the last time I had seen him, except for gradual aging processes on his face. Suddenly, his face in high school years overlapped with current one. And I realized I would be almost the same as his appearance. I knew more than fourty years have passed. As soon as we both shook hands with, nothing was the matter at all.

   It was good times roll, indeed. And I was glad he came back where he used to belong to.