It's a bit worrying. He might not recognize .
Henri from this era wasn't in his right mind, and the last ti I t him was seven years ago, in 1892.
I wonder if he'll rember from just one eting seven years ago.
With no other choice and a feeling of unease, I followed the nurse to the third floor, heading to a room in the far corner of the ntal hospital. Along the way, the sight of patients sticking their arms out of the barred windows and shouting startled .
Unfazed, the nurse walked straight ahead and then stopped in front of a room, speaking through the bars.
I followed the nurse to the third floor, heading towards a room in the far corner of the psychiatric hospital. The journey was unsettling, as inmates reached out their arms or shouted from behind the bars of their cells.
The nurse, seemingly accustod to this, walked straight ahead without glancing at them, stopping in front of a room and speaking through the bars.
"Henri. You have a visitor, do you recognize them?"
Henri was inside.
I quickly looked through the bars behind the nurse.
In front of a large window.
A dwarf was sitting on the bed, staring out through the heavily barred window.
"Henri! It's , Ban. Do you rember ?"
There was no response from Henri. The nurse began to look at suspiciously. In my urgency, I recounted an old mory.
"Do you rember drinking with at the Moulin Rouge 7 years ago? We went to the brothel together, drew pictures, and then drank heavily before going to your place."
What word had he reacted to? Henri twitched.
The nurse frowned and said,
"Henri is hospitalized with alcohol-related illness. Please dont provoke him with talk of drinking."
"Ah, yes. Sorry."
So, it was the ntion of alcohol.
After bowing my head to the nurse and looking back through the bars, Henri was now looking at .
Henri's haggard appearance. His small body seed even more pitiable.
"Henri! It's ."
Henri looked at for a while before jumping down from the bed and walking over.
Due to the bars being at adult height, Henri, with his short stature, ca close enough to see my face and then asked,
"Ban?"
He recognized !
"Yes! It's , Henri!"
I said to the nurse,
"See? He recognized my na."
The nurse nodded and asked Henri,
"Do you permit the visit?"
After Henri nodded, the nurse unlocked the door and let in, saying,
"You have one hour for the visit. And please, dont ntion that word again."
"Thank you," I replied.
The nurse left, and we were alone in the room.
Had I ever been alone in a hospital room with soone before?
I never had such an experience even with my closest family mbers, so I was unsure what to do.
Moreover, I felt awkward for visiting empty-handed.
I rubbed my palms on my clothes and laughed nervously.
"I heard about you and rushed here, so I ca empty-handed."
Henri looked up at , then climbed back onto the bed.
"Did you go to your country?"
"Yes."
"To Joseon?"
"Thats right."
"You disappeared that day without a word."
"........................"
Henri looked at with a pale face and then smiled faintly.
"I thought, after sobering up, you disliked being around a dwarf like ."
"Of course not."
"Sit down here."
I pulled a chair from the corner of the room and sat next to the bed.
"Are you okay?"
Henri smiled weakly.
"I havent forgotten you because of what you said to back then."
"What did I say?"
Henri looked into my eyes and smiled.
"You told , 'Henri! Youll harm your health drinking like that!'"
I rember. I laughed at my friends joke.
"That ti, you said to , 'I only drink good alcohol, so I'll be fine.'"
We smiled at the old mory. Was it an illusion to feel like eting an old friend?
"Didnt you hear that often? With all the drinking you did."
Henri looked out the window with a sad expression.
"No one was there for . No one said that to . Everyone just wanted to drink my fine liquor. Those I thought were friends would say, 'Hey, Henri! Night has fallen! We should enjoy it with good alcohol! Lets go drink! Youre buying tonight, right?'"
"........................"
Henri turned to and said,
"I caused trouble when drunk, and then drank again out of sha when I sobered up. And when I finally got incarcerated here, the first person I thought of was you. 'I should have listened to that friend,' I thought."
Among so many people, Henri was still being used and ostracized.
Henri, receiving my sympathetic gaze, sadly smiled and said,
"Maybe I'll end up following the sa path as my only friend."
He was talking about Vincent van Gogh.
Henri's friend who had died after being institutionalized. Describing him as his only friend was probably a reference to a friend with whom he shared artistic kinship.
But I knew.
Henri could leave this hospital.
Though he might not live long due to his frail constitution, he wouldnt end his life here.
Although he claims to have no friends, with the help of a friend, Henri will prove his recovery and eventually walk back into the light.
"It's okay; that won't happen. You'll definitely get out of here."
"Hoho."
"I guarantee it. If not, even if you co to Joseon and kill , I won't complain."
"Haha! Isnt it too far; can't go. Isn't it next to Japan?"
"Is it? Haha."
Henri always finds it amusing to et people when he's usually alone. Seeing him smile brings joy.
"So, what did you do in your country?"
"Oh! I had an exhibition."
"What? Really? I wanted to see it. What kind of paintings did you create?"
Henri's eyes sparkle with excitent at the talk about art.
What my friend needs now is energy derived from hope.
And his hope springs from art.
I decided to do what I can.
"Well, you see, for people who cannot see..."
An explanation that goes on for over 30 minutes.
Henri is pleasantly surprised and delighted by my exhibition story.
He rejoices greatly at my ntion of an exhibition dedicated to marginalized individuals.
"Sadness often holds a beautiful aspect as well, wherever and whenever. Discovering those aspects from where no one else noticed them is truly exhilarating. But now that I see, you've gone one step further than . While I was painting them, you were creating art for them. Well done, well done! I've learned a thing or two from you!"
Gazing at the delighted Henri, I silently speak within my heart.
"Everything is thanks to you. You say you learned from , but I have learned so much more from you, Henri."
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