Prolog
The plane was going to land. I felt it. My stomach felt dizzy. It was possible that every human who was going to visit his homeland after 17 years would experience this kind of feeling. But in this moment I couldn’t spend a thought for “every human”. I wasn’t able to memorize the last time I felt this excited. Without really thinking anything I looked down, out of the little window. It was dark outside, midnight had just passed, and in former times there would have been nothing to see outside the airplane. But now, in the present, I couldn’t do anything else than stare in astonishment. The lights of Seoul – I smirked as I remembered a song with the same title – which you could only describe as beautiful, were shining with hundred different fragrances of light. It felt like all the different colors under my feeds welcomed me home with this beautiful landscape. Of course the image of Seoul would change at daytime but right now I didn’t want to think about the next morning. This moment right now was magical and I wanted to taste from it as long as possible. Somewhere in this glowing city was my brother. I was sure only of this one thing.
“Hey there Korea. I’m back.”
