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The stars of Korea keep me company, the beautiful stars that gaze passively down at the earth. They care nothing of the fragile lives that are disrupted by the war. In a way this comforts me, it reminds me of home because these are the same stars that watch my house, as well as Korea…
I'm outside gazing up at the stars. I'm always busy it seems and sometimes it's nice to admire the simple things in life. The stars have always made me feel comforted. They remind me of the nightlight I used to sleep with at home. In a place that's as scary as this, it is sometimes good to be reminded of the things that used to chase away the dark for me.
In Korea, however, the dark is a type of shelter. It hides the scariness of the war. The dark makes sure that you can't see the poor villagers whose homes have been destroyed. It makes sure that you don't have to look into the eyes of the orphans. It hides the wounded ground that is stained with the blood of kids. In this war-torn land the darkness is a boon.
And the stars try to chase this shelter away. As if the day were not enough, the stars try to make us see at night. It's impossible to escape the taint of red and it is made even worse by the starlight. The dark gives you a faint hope that maybe it is possible to escape the terrors of this war, but the stars, the nightlights, crush this hope.
When I came to Korea, along with my bear, I had a nightlight. It only took me a week until I could no longer bear to have it on when I slept. Coming to Korea, I have learned that there are scarier things than the dark. The dark is good. The dark is merciful.
I look back up am struck with a wave of resentment for the stars, which try to bring into the light, what should be kept in the dark.