5:30 in the morning.
I stopped by Milan, but I just can't seem to get used to this ti difference.
Since Italy is 7 hours behind Korea, it would be around lunchti there. I tried to go back to sleep, but my eyes were wide awake, so I got up and called Youngju first.
-Is that you, Junghoon?
It's quiet early morning here, but where Youngju is, it sounds busy.
Hey, any issues at the office?
-What issues would there be? Were handling the orders well, no problems. Where are you?
Oh, Im in Monicas hotown village.
-Not Milan?
No, ca here yesterday.
-Its not rural, is it?
Yeah, why?
-Are there hotels?
No, Im staying in a separate house. There are many empty houses here.
-Dont tell youre staying with Monica?
Nah, Monicas place is quite far from here. Theres no parking. She often has to go to the factory.
-Really?
Yeah.
Hmm, she seems relieved for so reason.
-What ti is it there?
5:30 in the morning.
-You crazy, go to sleep.
Haha, seems Im not adjusted to the ti zone.
-Yeah, that can be tough. Youll get used to it in a few days.
Did you struggle with jet lag when you studied abroad?
-Of course, it took about a week to adjust.
Ugh, I have to do this for another week?
-If you dont like it, just stay up all night. Youll crash and adjust the next day.
Haha, Ill keep that in mind.
I guess we miss each other since we see each other daily. I talked with Youngju about trivial things. I learned he was having lunch, and after catching up on the company and the team, 30 minutes had passed, and dawn was breaking.
I called mom yesterday, so I'll skip today. I stretched in bed and opened the curtains.
Its still not sunrise; the sky is slightly bright but still dim. I went downstairs, washed my face, brushed my teeth, threw on so training clothes, and left the house. I didnt want to stare at my phone since I can only watch Italian TV here, and it seed a waste of ti.
I went out for a walk and to look around the village.
The village at dawn is no different from last night. It's still deserted.
It seems even more peaceful than I heard.
I heard that about 900 people live in the village. I rember when I first painted Monicas portrait, there was news that the village population had fallen below a thousand.
How can a village with 900 people be this empty?
I trudged down the slope, passing the church and reaching the square I visited yesterday. There are houses scattered along the road, but no signs of life.
Maybe there will be people around when it gets brighter.
Then, a little way off, I saw a man leaning against a parked car. He was smoking but looked up, surprised to see .
Italian morning greetings.
Recalling what I had morized for such sudden encounters, I awkwardly raised my hand and said,
Bon giorno, piacere.
The man took the cigarette from his mouth and seed about to say sothing. Just then, a boy about seven years old ca out of the house with a backpack.
The man stubbed out his cigarette, helped the boy into the car, and then looked at , saying,
ci vediamo, e stato un piacere conoscerla.
What did he say?
He waved his hand, probably a greeting.
The man drove off with the boy, probably taking him to school. Sothing like see you later, I guess.
Phew, at least its not a ghost town.
What's with this strange sense of relief?
As I was about to head back to the square, I stopped seeing a cute little girl, about five years old, toddling out of the house and squatting on the ground.
She wore a pink T-shirt, red pants, and sneakers. The girl sat on the steps, looking at the ground. I saw white stones scattered around, and there were drawings on the ground.
She had rosy cheeks, chubby, blonde hair, and blue eyes.
Having learned not to touch children's heads in foreign countries, I squatted beside her, t her eyes, and greeted,
Bon giorno.
The girl, searching for stones to draw with, turned her head at my greeting and looked like she was about to cry. I panicked and waved my hands,
No, I'm not a weird uncle, just saying hello.
The girl, teary-eyed and pouting, ran back into the house.
Sitting crouched, I watched her leave and then stood up, licking my lips.
First ti seeing an Asian person?
She looked about five, so that might be possible.
I probably would have been scared too if I saw a Westerner for the first ti at that age.
Scratching the back of my head, I looked down at the child's scribbles and smiled.
Brings back mories.
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