By FourFourSecond I was on a bus on a Saturday afternoon last month, heading for a friend’s house in the middle of nowhere.
The car was packed, the driver was waiting, the doors locked, and there was no one else in the car.
It was the day after the North Korean leader’s birthday, and the place had become an unofficial tourist attraction.
There were a few thousand people there.
I don’t know why, but my eyes got so wide that they caught the sight of a beautiful young woman sitting beside me.
She was a bit taller than me, wearing a short sleeved white shirt and black pants, and her hair was cut short, leaving her just below her shoulders.
She looked a little bit like a teenager.
Her skin was pale and her eyes seemed to be looking back at me, as if she were looking at me through a glass window.
I was taken aback.
I had never seen a woman like that before, and I never had any idea what to make of her.
I sat up in my seat and asked her why she was sitting beside my friend.
She said that she was a former employee of a company called Dongnam International, a giant conglomerate that has been building and manufacturing power plants and other power plants since the early 1990s.
I asked her if she was an employee of Dongmen, and she said yes.
She explained that they had a small factory in Daejeon, the capital of North Korea, that manufactured the kinds of things that power plants used to do.
I asked her how long she worked there, and then I asked if she had ever been arrested, and all she could say was that she had been fired.
Her explanation sounded plausible enough.
I wondered what kind of person was sitting on my friend’s seat.
After a while, she added, I looked at her and she looked at me and we both agreed that we would like to meet.
The bus ride had taken about an hour and we were still about to reach Dongman’s factory.
We arrived at the factory in the early afternoon, and after an hour of waiting, Kim Jong Il walked up to us, looked at us, and asked, “Where are you from?”
We told him that we were from Daejae International, and he smiled and asked if we were going to work.
He said that we should be very happy to meet, because it was a very special place for us, he said, and told us to have a good time.
We all looked at each other.
I told Kim Jong Hyun to take me to his hotel room.
I was so nervous that I couldn’t stand up and walk around the factory.
I remember thinking, I hope he can take me there because I will be very nervous.
I went to the hotel room, sat on the bed, and was still crying when I woke up the next morning.
It wasn’t a bad feeling at all.
The next morning, I woke Kim Jong In at the hotel.
He didn’t want to see me, so he asked me if I wanted to go to the park, but I told him I didn’t have time.
I felt really nervous, so I just went to bed.
After about an an hour, Kim went to his room.
He had a glass of water and took a shower, then came back and asked me, “Are you okay?”
I said, “Yes.”
He said, Why are you asking me this?
And then he told me that he wanted to see us together.
I didn’t know what to do, so Kim told me to wait in the restaurant, which was a few meters away from where we were sitting.
I got off the bus and walked up the street.
I saw a big park, and it was very crowded, so we waited in the park for about an half hour.
We had to go around a corner, because the road was so narrow.
Then, Kim told us that we could stay there for a few more hours.
He said that it was good for us to go there and meet him, and that we shouldn’t feel bad about it.
I said that if I had a headache, I could go see the doctor.
He gave me a smile and asked for his phone number.
I said, I want to call him, so it was about 2:00 in the morning.
When I got to the phone, the number was no longer working.
He called and told me, you need to come to the office.
He was so friendly and charming, and we hung up and said good-bye.
Later that day, Kim called and asked why I didn´t call him earlier.
He told me he was busy at home.
When he called again, I was still shaking from crying, so the number had stopped working.
I rang the phone number again, and rang Kim.
Kim told my friend that