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MEET THE WRITERS...
Arwa Alfayez A great believer in learning from Saudi Arabia,Master degree student in Reading Education,Love to try new ways of writing,Enjoy reading.I am a tree that will never stop growing No matter how slow I grow I will yield
Chen Chen A funny girl from China,Second year master student in German studies,Have been teaching German since 2010 at Mizzou,Travelling and reading are my hobbies.
Cheng Zhang A Chinese girl who loves teaching.Second year of my master in TESOL at the College of Education.Teaching Chinese to three children at weekends.Working at Campus Dining Service.Enjoying creative writing.
Eka Putra Have been living in Columbia since 2005. Received my B.S. in Finance from University of Indonesia. Earned my M.B.A. from Columbia College. Second year Ph.D. student at MU in Department of Hospitality Management. Work as an RA and a TA. Writing is not something I am passionate about but this class (Creative Writing Workshop) has helped me to think out of the box.
MEET THE WRITERS...
Enzhan Song Hi, this is Enzhan Song. I tell everybody call me Steve. Iโm a Masters student works in Division of Plant Science, trying to graduate this summer. I came here in the fall of 2009, before that I got my BS degree from a joint program initiated by both Beijing Forestry University and Michigan State University. Be honest, I was lured to this class by its title at beginning: โHey, I come here for my thesis!โ. Well, right now Iโm rooting for this class. As a huge Sci-fi fan, I got my first short Sci-fi story done, which has been one of my โmust doโ things for years! Join us if you can.
Eunjoo Lee A mom of two kids, from Seoul, KoreaSecond semester of M.S. in Textile and Apparel ManagementHave been living in Columbia, Missouri for a yearWorked as a Tax accountant at a small accounting firm in KoreaLove Hemingway and Fitzgerald more than anyone else.
Hui-yen Huang
A child, a mom, a wife, and a grad student in Columbia, MO where far away from my lovely home country, Taiwan. With two masterโs degree, in Communication and in Higher Education Administration, I am ready for my next career step. GO!
MEET THE WRITERS...
Ignacio Idoate A native of the Basque region of Northern Spain. I completed my education in this country. After graduating from veterinary school, I owned and operated my own mixed animal veterinary practice for 14 years in Eastern Montana. I decided to leave the riches behind to pursue a specialty in Food Animal Internal Medicine and Surgery at MU in an attempt to satiate my thirst for constant knowledge. I am hoping to pursue a career in higher education when my training here is done. I took this class to stimulate my non-artistic side of my brain. Without a doubt it has been an incredibly positive and rewarding experience. Hope to some day write a compilation of memoirs from my time as a vet in private practice.
Jie Gao A "sunshine" girl from Southern China,Born in Huangshan, a tourism city.Happened to major in Tourism for college,Luckily came to Mizzou for pursuing M.S. degree in Tourism.For academic dream,The girl will continue researching in the field.Love life,Using words to record;Love traveling,Putting every beauty into eyes;Love food,Tasting the nature;Love families and friends,Giving back my thanks.
Laura Kim Lucky Korean girl studying fashion history which is full of fun and amazeArtist wannabe and will-beUgly for others can be pretty for LauraReady for dancing if there is any musicAdventure of Laura has been exciting and become more interesting after coming to Mizzou!
MEET THE WRITERS...
Lin Li Originally come from southeast China,Worked in Shanghai as a TV assistant editor,M.S. in Parks, Recreation and Tourism,Showing an artistic side in painting and photography,And, love day dreamingโฆ
Lingyuan Zhang
I come from Beijing, China. I graduated from Beijing Institute of Fashion Technology. This is my first year as a graduate student in Textile and Apparel Management. To be part of this creative writing seminar deeply inspires my poem writing.
Sirinat Sriumporn
I am original from Thailand, a small country in South East Asia. I have been here for my Ph.D in nursing at Sinclair School of Nursing, the University of Missouri. Writing is the most difficult part of my study. However, being a part of this Writing Workshop class made me think thoughtfully and imaginably, especially, when I read my writing out loud!
Tianyu Liu I come from China. My name, Tianyu, means sky and universe. It seems that I am destined to major in physics. I came to Mizzou in 2008 Fall. At close to my graduation, I realized that I use my right-half brain all the time and need a break, so I choose this workshop. Jill and Jinju make each class very friendly and efficient. Gradually, I feel that writing is so easy that all you have to do is to follow your heart and flow your stories through words.
MEET THE WRITERS...
Tie Nie A big boy from China,First year in Columbia,Loving sport, loving tourism.Dreaming touring around the world, with my wife.Not good at writing, but still try my best.
Wen Zhang I come from the northern part of China, graduated from China Agricultural University in 2011. Now I am studying as the first year master student on Food Science. Because of my scientific study for 4 years, I totally forgot how to do creative writing, how to express my feeling by beautiful words in both Chinese and English. Being a part of Writing Workshop gives me an opportunity to write for myself again. Donโt be afraid to use a foreign language. Just say whatever you want by your pen and words. You will have fun from that!
Wenxu Xu Wenxu is a rising third year at the University of Missouri-Columbia Department of Educational, School, and Counseling Psychology, where he is pursuing his doctoral studies in Counseling Psychology with an emphasis on International Development. He received his B.A. in Japanese Studies from China and M.A. in Marriage and Family Therapy from the bay area, San Francisco. He is interested in human rights and mental health advocacy. At his leisure, he enjoys creative writing, watching animation, and spending time with family/friends.
Witriani Soegijardjo
A Not so simple soul who has lost their thirst to write and read although some4mes they s4ll find reading as a be8er way to see the world apart from their journey to pursue a PhD at the home of the Tigers.
Contents ~
Advice
To Be a Super Soccer Fanโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆ Tie NieEating Buffet101โฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆ Cheng ZhangThree Simple Strategies How to Get to Know Your Neighbor... Eka PutraAdvice to a Young Manโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆ Eunjoo LeeTV: Trick or Treatโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆ Tianyu LiuKeeping Fitโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆ Wenxu Xu
Letters
No More Handwritingโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆ. Chen ChenA Letter from Mr. Allergyโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆ Hui-yen HuangThank You!โฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆ.โฆ Jie Gao
Journeys
My Journeyโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆ. Eka PutraThe Other Side of the Coinโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆ. Ignacio Idoate
Poetry
Secret in the Libraryโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆ.. Wen ZhangDiversityโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆ..โฆโฆโฆโฆโฆ Hui-yen HuangWindowโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆ..โฆโฆโฆโฆ Li LinThe Other Shoreโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆ..โฆโฆ Lingyuan ZhangUniversal PINK Universal LOVEโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆ Sirinat SriumpornTrappedโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆ Arwa Alfayez homeโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆ..โฆโฆโฆโฆ.. Witriani Soegijardjoๆ็พโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆ..โฆโฆโฆโฆ.. Wen ZhangEuskal Herriaโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆ..โฆ Ignacio Idoate
Experiential Essays
Claiming the Clouds of Imaginationโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆ Arwa AlfayezReading the Language of God โฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆ Lingyuan ZhangA Realm of Objectsโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆ Laura KimI Just Hate.โฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆ Cheng ZhangLove May Go, But Memory Remains.โฆโฆโฆโฆ Eunjoo LeeThe Forbidden Roomโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆ.โฆโฆโฆโฆ Tianyu Liu
็ฑ้ๅณ่กจโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆ.โฆโฆโฆโฆ.โฆ Li Lin
SMI, Can it be Overcome?โฆโฆโฆ Wenxu XuYes, Mom!โฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆ Jie GaoLimitationโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆ.โฆโฆ Enzhan SongYou See! Fish!โฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆ. Tie NieBeing a Nurseโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆ.โฆโฆโฆโฆ Sirinat Sriumporn
ๆตชไธๅฎ โฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆ.โฆโฆโฆโฆ.โฆโฆ. Chen Chen
Fiction
Awakeโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆ Enzhan Song ๋์ ๋ํโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆ. Laura Kim
Shadowโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆโฆ Witriani Soegijardjo
To Be Super Soccer Fan Tie Nie
This is what exactly we super fans are โapplause, cheer up, being excited and even insane for our love โ soccer. We are die hard๏ผWe are the twelfth man of our team๏ผWe ultimately all speak one language, the language of soccer.
We live with soccer together, from the bottom of our heart, we are die hard! We are not fair weather fan, those who only attach with their team when it performs well and abandon it suddenly when itโs in hard period. Our duty is not only attend matches as often as we can, but also to engage emotionally with the team in order to impact positively on its performance. Attending away games is an important ritual for us, which shows vividly our dedication of our faith to our love. Demonstrating our own knowledge in the presence of others also identifies our absolute priority to be a โrealโ one of our loved team.
We are the 'twelfth man' of our team, exerts the same essential function to the success of the team as the players and coaches. Chants, songs, banner or fans waving, all of which are our effective weapon, motivating our team, intimidating the opposition players, and perhaps even influencing referees' decisions. We truly believe we must attend the game to 'help the team to win', not just to watch the event.
We enjoy sharing our experiences with our family members, especially across generations. We have a lasting sense of tradition and belonging because of soccer. The strongest of these relationships is that of father and son. Most of us become fans because our fathers would take us to matches when we were children, many seniors still retain strong memories of those formative experiences. It is also an important means for us to form and maintain strong friendships that might otherwise not exist, cause we share the special experience which we believe only belongs to our group, we communicate with our language we think only can be took the hint by ourselves. Such bonds are so solid that we call each other 'my brotherhood'.
We own strong identity of nation, state, and community. We unite together through soccer. Whether games between local clubs, national clubs or on an international stage, we are strictly devoted to our team and identify with our belonging group. There is always high level of elation and depression around us following a win and a loss, since wee live and breathe for our team. It is soccer that provides opportunities to affirm our commitments to beliefs, values, and myths that underlie our culture.
All in all, we dedicate our emotion to the soccer for our whole life, and we deserve it! We are committed and united together. We share experience and get identity with each other. We love what is worthy being loved, and add chapters to the legacy of our team!
Eating Buffet 101
by
Cheng Zhang
Have you ever felt as if you were so hungry that you could eat a horse but ended up eating so fast that you got full too soon?
I have some strategies for eating in a buffet so this wonโt happen to you anymore.
Tip 1: Get ready. Donโt eat anything four hours before heading to a buffet, nothing at all except for water. It sounds crazy, but what does a buffet mean to you? Eat as much as you can; choose whatever you want. Trust me. Once I had a small latte before going to a buffet, I didnโt have a good enough appetite for the buffet.
Tip 2: Warm up. A lot of people choose soda but I donโt recommend that. Itโs easier to be full because of carbonation. I always order a 20 oz. glass of water. From my experience, food in a buffet tends to be oily and salty which does taste better but not healthy. Therefore, water helps weaken the strong flavor. Remember, donโt drink too much. Then, I will take a few veggies or salads which are light and donโt cost so much energy to digest. Now, your stomach starts working.
Tip 3: Go for it. Take smaller plates at each walk through. This way, you give your stomach a chance to digest a little bit after each eating. You may also use the restroom once or twice. Make sure to keep a balance of meat, seafood and veggie. Donโt be silly. Put the lettuce down! It only costs three bucks for a whole package in Wal-Mart. Grab something expensive like seafood and something you donโt usually cook at home. For example, I choose teppan-yaki every time I go to an Asian buffet since I donโt have a hot plate and so much sauce.
Tip 4: Heads up. Stay away from starchy food like rice, noodle, bread, pizza, etc. If you really like them, take less at least. But if that kind of food is the reason you eat in a buffet, go ahead. Iโm crazy about sushi but I just take two or three pieces, too much rice in it. Also, itโs by no means wise to eat a lot of fried stuff. The crunchy, dehydrated food makes you drink much more water. Donโt wolf down the food like you havenโt eaten for a couple of days. Take it slow, chat with friends and enjoy the food. Feel free to have a debate during eating if you want. It may largely enhance the work of the stomach. Try it!
Tip 5: Wrap up. Iโm almost done. Honestly, even if Iโm pretty full, I donโt want to stop eating. Stand up and walk the last round. Donโt forget dessert and fruit which may refresh your mouth and make a perfect ending as well.
How is your eating going? I can eat a horse for sure.
Three Simple Strategies How to Get to Know Your Neighbor By
Eka Putra Getting to know your neighbors while living and studying in a different country is really important. Not only will it help you to improve your language skill and increase your self-confidence in speaking, but it will also help you learn a new culture. In most cases, your neighbors could be the one to help you when you run into a problem. However, getting to know your neighbor is not as easy as it may sound. It is a common problem for many international students because they donโt feel comfortable to talk to anybody due to language and culture barrier.
It was about 7 years ago when I came to the U.S. to continue my study. I didnโt know much about English and American culture. I had thought I would have some difficulties living in the US. It didnโt take me long to realize that I was wrong. It took me less than a month to overcome some of my difficulties. The important key was that I tried to get to know my neighbors as soon as I moved into my apartment. I interacted with them a lot. Even though it was not easy, I forced myself to do it. I would like to share three strategies that I applied when getting to know my neighbors.
Introduce yourself. Knock on your neighborsโ doors. If you donโt feel comfortable doing it, catch them when they are leaving or coming home. Introducing yourself to your neighbors shows that you are friendly and willing to be social. Donโt forget to smile and look the person in the eye when you talk because eye contacts show that you are confident. You donโt want to take too much of their time, so make it short.
Greet your neighbors. This is a follow up action after introducing yourself. Greet your neighbors and start a conversation. It can be done when you meet your neighbors on the way to the parking lot or on the way to campus. Since you are new to the place, you can ask questions about the area you just moved into. For example, you might ask about how long he or she has been living there, whether he or she liked it or not and what is the neighborhood like, and so on. If he or she is a student, you also might ask about their school or semester. You might talk about weather, sports, or anything that you think they are interested in. But be careful with your questions and stay away from personal questions such as their age, relationship status. You might want to keep these questions for when you have talked to them regularly and knew them long enough. I usually start the conversation by asking how they are doing and then I will ask about the weather. If my neighbor is a man, I usually talk about sports because I like sports and I know most men do.
Last but not least, invite them to your apartment. When you feel comfortable talking with your neighbors and know them long enough, you might consider inviting them to your home. Since you donโt know American culture really well yet, ask them about the time and what do they expect you to provide. Or you can have a potluck party where each person will bring something that can be shared. You may talk to your neighbor about it. I did this after several weeks or months after I moved into my apartment by throwing a potluck party and they loved it.
So, if you want adjust to your new life in America better, these three simple steps will help you to get to know your neighbors as I have.
Advice to a Young Man Lee, Eunjoo Dear John, my beloved nephew, Following this paragraph, I have summarized a sentence by Hemingway. It was from acceptance speech when he was awarded Nobel Prize in 1954. I was surprised and thrilled to find the speech because I received a very similar advice from one of my senior students, when I became a college freshman more than twenty years ago. My letter from now will be both as a form of advice and my own repentance about my adulthood as well. โIf you will not work with your all might, others will do. In the end, they will defeat you in the race,
and take the prize from your grasp.โ Hemingwayโs address has been in many books for youngsters in Korea, you might have heard a similar version. I think the main contents were far away from what Hemingway really said because he didnโt say this sentence alone in his address. The main theme is also very different from his original intention, in that he didnโt want you, many youngsters to pursue success only in life. John, I would like to give you some more sincere advice, based on his address, and it is the main reason why I am writing this letter to you, my beloved nephew. I am adding to his advice some more advice that occurred to me. I assume that I am the right person to give you this kind of advice because I can be the one who is between you and your parents. In Korea, where it is notorious for the most severe competition of the entrance exam for universities, you are about to start your new life as a college man. I hope my sincere advice will give you some insights for your future life and it will be able to serve as the guidance to you.
The followings are what Iโd like to add as my advice to Hemingwayโs. The f irst advice is: โHave your rel igion.โ The advice that I really want to give you, my nephew, is to โbelieve in God.โ The god I mention is not confined to a specific God, such as Christianity but rather a more inclusive one. What I mean is that โwe have to believe in an almighty existence, more powerful and much higher than human beingsโ. With this in mind, we can get along with all other living things including various races, and Mother Nature, etc, in a modest way. Modern humans like you and me have been educated to believe in what we can see and experience for ourselves as the name of science. Thus we are likely to despise what seems to be vague and obscure. I was, at one time, of the opinion that I couldnโt believe in God, because I didnโt witness Him with my own eyes. But I have been coming across for my life something that couldnโt be explicable with science. Thus, I realized that the world is composed of what is visible
and what is invisible together. There are many things that we human beings cannot explain using our languages. I expect you to understand that there is something more important than what we can see and touch around us, and to be more modest in your attitude towards everything. The second advice is: Be f lexible in your thought.โ Flexibility in your thought cannot be emphasized too much. Among the people I have met since I was admitted to Seoul National University, I can count so many with my fingers who must have been intelligent and of competence that could not arrive at what they intended to, for the reason that they were not flexible in their thoughts and viewpoints. Their strictness can make people around them feel uncomfortable or even resent them. I hope you are not too obstinate or arrogant as to be set into your own opinions or to turn a deaf ear to what anyone else says to you. The third advice is: โTry to look at someoneโs nature.โ This is what I think is the most difficult thing as far as I am concerned. What I mean is to look into the inner truthfulness of someone rather than the superficial, outer appearance. When you are on the verge of adulthood, this is an important skill that you have to obtain. If you run after the skin-deep and superficial beauty only, you will get nowhere other than regrettable results in the near future. My peace in mind is sometimes disturbed by the thought that I lost so many opportunities, to meet more friends, to read more books and to study more various topics while I was in campus because I gave them up, lost in the prejudice that they were hard to understand, and they were not agreeable with me at the first glance. Donโt make any stereotypes in your mind as to someone and something at all only after you look at outer look. Donโt give up anything because it looks unprofitable now. No one knows which will be good to you at the first glance. Life is beautiful, I think, because it proves to be good or bad after you live up to the last day of your life. The fourth advice is: โDonโt run after success only.โ The truth is that I canโt define what success means in my life in a concrete way. I canโt be clear as to what you should do to be successful in your life. What I like to say is that it depends on each person with regard to who is more successful and who is less successful. I have witnessed so many people who are said to be successful, that canโt get much respect from others because they are not generous to those poorer around them. And I have witnessed so many people, who have much privilege who are not thought highly of by others because they are so arrogant and willful. Can you say that these people are successful? A successful person is the one who is balanced in everything, who does his work with happiness, and who is confident in what he does with a healthy body and mind. Therefore, donโt run after success only. Success canโt be attainable without continuous efforts, as Hemingway said. You have only to make your own success according as you like to live. The f i f th advice is: โDonโt be too excited at your f irst success.โ In Korea, the entrance exam to a privileged college is regarded as the first obstacle in your life,
even though it sounds ironic. You passed the first obstacle and became a college man. You might think that you can do everything if you are admitted into the college to which you were longing for being admitted. Life is long, as you have been told so many times. You are now starting your first step in your life, to choose your main course among so many paths before you. You might encounter more challenges in the time to come and you have to be prepared for them. Thus, donโt become overly confident for the first success you have just made. Donโt be carried away in triumph. A person will be stronger with getting over as many difficulties as possible and you will be more tempered with the adversities in your life. To be stronger you have to take for granted both obstacles and adversities. The sixth and the last advice is: โBe faithful to your connections.โ I know how it is important to all of us to meet our life partners who will be along with us forever. But I also know how it is difficult to meet them because we canโt find them at first glance. As a result, I came to the firm conclusion that we should be faithful to our connections whether they are girls or boys until we find our life partner. More precisely, Iโd like to advise you to wait for someone to come to you while you are making the efforts to be sincere. Donโt waste your feelings on many people as if they were your last one to be with you. All my six advice is what I want to give you at the moment. John, I hope they will be beneficial to you. Wish you good health and happiness. Sincerely yours, Your eldest aunt, in Columbia, Missouri. P.S.) John,
I am attaching the whole essay written by Hemingway, the writer I like most. Please read it and keep in mind that he is trying to give sincere advice like me.
โAdvice to a young manโ. By Earnest Hemingway. I consider ignorance the primary enemy of mankind. The worst fool in the world is the man who will admit nothing that he cannot see or feel or taste. And such a fool has no place for imagination or vision or faith.
Man is capable of various kinds of education. He is possessed of physical, social, religious, intellectual, and moral capabilities. Each requires education. The education of all makes him complete; the education of part only leaves him deficient. An educated man is a man who can do something, and the quality of his work marks the degree of his education. The best
investment a young man can make is in good books, the study of which broadens the mind. We cannot travel every path. Success must be won along one line. We must make our business the one life purpose to which every other must be subordinate. I hate a thing done by halves. If it is right, do it boldly; If it is wrong, leave it undone.
To live with an ideal is a successful life. It is not what one does, but what one tries to do, that makes a man strong. "Eternal vigilance," it has been said, "is the price of liberty." With equal truth it may be said, "Continuing effort is the price of success." If we do not work with all our might, others will, and they will beat us in the race and pick the prize from our grasp. Success grows less and less dependent on luck and chance. Self-distrust is the cause of most of our failures. A great and indispensable help to success is character. Character is crystallized habit, the result of training and conviction. Every character is influenced by heredity, environment, and education. But besides these, if every man were not, to a great extent, the architect of his own character, he would be a hopeless person, an irresponsible creature of circumstances. It is important to have a good reputation. The good opinion of our associates and friends is not to be despised.
There is often a great distinction between character and reputation. Reputation is what the world believes us to be for the time being; character is what we truly are. Reputation and character may be in harmony, but they are frequently as opposite as light and darkness.
The best equipment a young man can have for the battle of life is conscience, common sense, and good health. There is no friend so good as a good conscience. There is no enemy so dangerous as a bad conscience. Conscience makes us either kings or servants. Never have I been basically pessimistic, although I have appeared so to some readers. Pessimism is a waste of force. Happiness is in action, and every power is intended for action. It is a good policy to strike while the iron is hot. It is still better to make the iron hot by striking. I have always found that it's more painful to do nothing than something. Of all the virtues, cheerfulness and enthusiasm and the most profitable, Enthusiasm thrives more often in adversity than it does in prosperity. Contentment grows out of an inward superiority to our surroundings. We fall into the mistake of supposing that to look forward must mean to look anxiously forward. It is just as easy to look forward with hope as with sadness.
There can be no great literature until writers have learned to trust and love their countries. Writers nowadays spend too much energy on the subsidiary activities of talking and making money, which leaves them too little time for serious writing.
Today the world is flooded with cheap, worthless fiction, the general tendency of which is not only not educational, but also certainly destructive. The novel is a kind of battlefield on which a
writer fights his eternal struggle between good and evil.
Reply from my nephew I received a reply from my nephew two days after I sent my letter of advice. His reply was just a sentence. It read, โThank you very much, my aunt.โ I am sure that he must be busy in these days enjoying his life as a freshman. I want to meet him as soon as possible.
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TV: Trick or Treat By
Tianyu Liu
I have always rebelled against the rule that TV must only be watched after my homework is done. It is quite unfair, especially, since my favorite cartoon starts at 6pm and I can never finish my homework before that time. I would like to share some of my favorite tricks on how I pretend to domy fourth-ยญโgrade homework while I am actually watching TV when my parents are not at home. Step 1: Observation It decides whether or not you are caught. For example, I know my parents will never come home before 6:30pm, right at the time when the TV starts playing the theme song of my favorite cartoon. My home is on the fourth floor of our apartment building and thanks to my good ear I can hear my parents once they enter the building. Including the time they search for their keys to open the door, I have a total of one minute to react. These observations work well, but the following list I have to check every time: where Iputthe remote, what is on the TV, (turn on the TV) what is the channel, what is the volume. With all the information in hand, the leverage is already in my favor. Step 2: Preparation for Escape I am quite lucky to live in a small apartment -ยญโ-ยญโ it takes me only three seconds to run from the living room to the desk in my bedroom where I study. What I need to do is just to open my notebooks, randomly place my pencils on the table and take out some scratch paperI have used during the day. However, I always have some back up excuse for why it sounds like TV being on in the living room in case I concentrate too much on my cartoon and do not realize their coming back until they insert the keys. A successful excuse might be that I am practicing a play for my English/Chinese class. Step 3: Show Time I turn on the TV, use the number keys to go directly to my favorite channel. In this way I can easily jump back to the channel they were watching last night. The sound is the tricky part: Since I want to hear what happens outside the door, I have to turn it down to the level below my parents usually have; and the stupid TV only allows me to adjust the volume continuously, so I really have to practice to gain a precision control on it. Finding a way to cool down the TV is another challenge. It is not a big deal in summer, since I can easily get the fan to send wind towards the screen while I am watching my cartoon. The real challenge comes in winter, when the only cool thing I can use is ice/ice cream. Put the ice/ice cream in three containers and place them on the top surface and next to the two sides of the TV, respectively. Oh,
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remember to put a dry towel under each container. Once I almost ruined the TV just because of the water formed on the outside of the containers flowing down onto the TV set. So, good luck to you who are struggling with TV and homework. I hope, following my tricks, you can enjoy the TV while avoiding your homework too. Of course, ๅธธๅจๆฒณ่พน่ตฐๅชๆไธๆนฟ้ 1. Once I get caught, I will just confess it. A simple apology goes a long way. We all know the truth that parents are very forgiving. 1. He that touches pitch shall be defiled. Nothing is one hundred percent for sure.
Keeping Fit By Wenxu Xu
โbangโฆโ all of sudden, the bump room was reduced into silence. I turned around and only witnessed a weight sack hanged upon the shoulder of a chubby guy. Trapped! โcall the staff,โ someone shouted. The guy was trying not to moan but tears were already bursting out. It is probably his pride of being male and sense of masculinity that keeps him from asking for help. Keeping fit is easy but in the meanwhile not that easy. Maybe you have dreamed of waking up with a perfect body. Possibly you considered joining the wellness club but have never ever made it to the gym. Well, maybe you are satisfied with your body image but obsessed with each single food you put into your mouth. Maybe even calculate calories constantly and unconsciously? Sounds like you? Lots of people think alike. Like going to buffet, goals vary depending upon how much each individual take in. I want to talk about setting realistic goal to keep fit. Setting goals serves as the key to your succeed in keeping fit. Some aim high for body competition, whereas others exercise for the sake of health. For me as a graduate student, I would favor the latter. I exercise to get my brain enough oxygen so that I can work more efficiently. Most importantly, exercise helps me live longer and feel happier. Research also demonstrates exercising helps us develop positive self-ยญโimage of ourselves. It sounds like clichรฉ but it is true. Some of you might already disagree but I will not discourage you to take the former route but it is most likely you will end up either in emergency room like the guy or give up your glorious champion dream completely. Another critical reason for us to set realistic goals is realistic goals keep us grounded on what and how much we can achieve. I, other than going to school, most of us work part-ยญโtime (maybe full-ยญโtime), and might even carry a family. I often hear people whine that it literally takes them years to make up their minds to step on to the land of the gym. If that is the case, I suggest examining whether we should adjust our goal, one that is more compatible with other objectives in our life. If you are already preoccupied with assignments, deadlines, household issues, or basically working 24/7, barely sparing any time for your health, then it is probably not realistic to force yourself to run 15 miles per day or weight train yourself ten hours per week. I personally find it useful to keep a log to prioritize needs and responsibilities so that I can estimate how much I can allocate for exercising. I usually work out three times a week and over the weekend. It did take some time to integrate exercise into my schedule but it did work after trial and error. So what is your goal and what is your plan?
No More Handwriting
by
Chen Chen
โ้ๆจโ, do you recognize these two characters? Can you write them down? Is it hard?
What do you think about your Chinese calligraphy? I never realized that my Chinese
handwriting was bad until I entered middle school. My teachers always complained about
my bad handwriting. It wasnโt just me. Our teacher made us spend 10 minutes a day
practicing writing clearly and beautifully using character models. When my father heard
from my teacher about the issue regarding my handwriting, he decided that I should take
a calligraphy course on weekends! On the weekends we were supposed to have fun, go to
the park, play games; my extracurricular activity was to work on my handwriting. It was
really a torture for me. And even worse, I had to take this very seriously. Before I started
writing I had to think: how and where I should start my first step? It was horrible. Why
couldnโt I just go and write? Why should I think before I write, and why did I have to
take the course in my spare time? Was it terrible, that my handwriting was bad?
I donโt believe calligraphy should be taught so laboriously in school anymore. One big
reason that people consider handwriting important is that they believe handwriting
reflects personality. Neat and orderly handwriting implies that the writer likes to follow
the rules. Hasty and carless handwriting shows an impatient and casual personality. Small
handwriting indicates the writer is cautious and careful. Big handwriting presents a
generous and confident personality. Girls prefer to write with colorful inks such as pink
and purple, while boys prefer black ink. Womenโs handwriting is normally small, soft
and light, while menโs handwriting is big and heavy. This idea might be partially true, but
is it really always right? For example, my handwriting is hasty and careless, but Iโm a
well organized and responsible person. I want and try to keep everything in order. My
handwriting doesnโt reflect my personality at all. And there are also certain people who
are very good at copying othersโ handwriting. If handwriting really reflects personalities,
does it mean those copycats have multi-personalities? In my opinion, personality is
something we were born with and comes from our nature and canโt be altered by
practicing handwriting.
Another reason people believe we should work on handwritings is that handwriting is
part of our appearances and functions as our face. When applying a job or doing
homework, horrible handwriting would give others a bad impression. My teachers always
told me that the content of my essay was good but they couldnโt read the characters so
my grades would be affected. In the old days, when computers were not often used, this
might be a problem. We might not be able to get a job due to our bad handwriting in the
cover letter. We might only get a โBโ instead of an โAโ because the teacher had
difficulties reading our handwriting in the essays. However, with the development of the
technologies -thanks to the increased availability of computer- this should no longer be a
problem. We can write our essay on a computer like I do right now. We can type our
cover letter on the computer and print it out. We can choose whatever font that makes us
happy. The only hand written part is the signature. If you want to impress others, you
might need to work on your signature.
The time has changed and so should our ideas. It wonโt hurt to practice out of personal
interests, but it is no longer necessary to force others to practice handwriting. We should
utilize our time to do those things that make us happy rather than things that torture us.
Life is short!
A Letter from Mr. Allergy
By Hui-yen Huang
Dear Yen:
Itโs time! Itโs time again! Iโm extremely excited to see you again in
this warm and beautiful spring which reflects my heart to you. Sadly you wonโt
be able to โseeโ me but I will make sure that you โfeelโ me. Yes, feel me in this
blooming spring. I promise! If you ever forget how much you really mean to me
after a year we separated, I will remind you every day from now.
Iโm getting breathless and you donโt really know. So Iโm trying to make
you see; Iโm trying to find a way to tell you every day how much my love is. If
you ever once feel the same as I do, you know thatโs my unique way to make
you feel and see. I know it should be insane that I want you to feel me but you
know I will lose you again when spring goes, so Iโm trying my best to let you
feel what I feel to you, my love. Do you feel Iโm getting hard to breathe again
when Iโm thinking of you now?
In an Eastern Asian country far away from here, people believe that
while you are sneezing, there must be someone thinking of you. Oh how lovely
the belief is! I then decide to let your know that I always think of you. So I
make you sneeze day and night even while you are sleeping. Every night you
wake up while you are sneezing. Hey baby, thatโs my way to say โIโm here
watching you sleep.โ You know that you are always in my mind and Iโm
always here next by you.
Have you ever heard of an old saying that โvalentines cannot tolerate
even a little sand in their eyesโ which means the feeling of jealous is similar
with a little sand in their eyes? When I saw you talking and laughing with the
man in the bar at the corner the other night, you looked so happy and you
could not feel and see my sorrow. So I, again, want to make you feel my sorrow.
I want you to feel how it is when there is sand in your eyes. I sprayed some
magic powder into your eyes, then you know how itchy and thinly my eyes,
and yours, could be. Also, the sand makes me tearing, as well as yours. These
are my feelings when I saw you laughing with the men in the bar. Every
morning, I give you puffy eyes so you will think of me at your every first
glance in the mirror to start day off. I did not mean to hurt you but show you
how much I care about you.
Do you still remember when you were a little girl? Your little cute face is
vivid still in front my eyes. I fell in love with you since you were a tiny snively
girl. You had runny nose all the time then. But you donโt do that much since
you are no longer a little girl. Oh God knows how much I miss your little
snively face. You might blame on my selfish to make you have runny nose
again every spring we meet, but my girl, Iโm just greedy for seeing your cute
snively face.
Words are far from expressing my love to you. We are Chinese Star-
Crossed Lovers who meet each other once a year, only if you can physically see
me. In order to leave with no regret, I promise you feel me every day while Iโm
here. Yes, feel me in this blooming spring. I promise! If you ever forget how
much you really mean to me after a year we separated, I will remind you
every day from now.
Love,
Your love, Allergy.
THANK YOU!
Dear Carla,
I have been wanting to write something to you for a long time. As my graduation is around the corner, I have recorded many memories over the last two years.
DO YOU REMEMBER
the first day we met?
Receiving your note-ยญโpaper with an attached map,
being drawn a line and several arrows,
directing me.
DO YOU REMEMBER
our first picture together at Shakespeares?
Smiling crazily towards the shot,
as the purest happiness from my heart,
appreciating the chance you offered me,
helping me realize my study-ยญโabroad dream.
DO YOU REMEMBER
me -ยญโ the timid girl?
So shy to hand up answering questions,
Involved in class discussions;
sometimes even hard to understand and accept some cultural topics.
DO YOU REMEMBER
the scene of my first presentation rehearsal?
As an international student,
I met lots of language difficulties during my first days,
but not alone with your company.
DO YOU REMEMBER
the moment when I passed my thesis defense?
My brain did not stop; I was so excited.
Instead,
all the scenes in the two years that we worked together
flashed through my mind:
our weekly meetings,
your word-ยญโby-ยญโword reviews,
7:30 mornings,
holiday seasonsโฆ
I still remember:
the many times you patiently wrote down each detail for me;
your encouraging words:
โWhy not take the unique chance to experience the difference?โ;
your mentoring and close guidance on my thesis,
your willingness to sacrifice your own hours only for my academic and personal development.
I will remember:
These last two unique years of my life.
It can be short,
just like a wind blowing by.
Your outstanding mentoring, teaching, research, and dedication to students
will influence me in my long life.
I appreciate:
Everything youโve done for me.
I wouldnโt have achieved all that I have without your mentoring.
I have to say:
Your guidance and encouragement tremendously enhanced my confidence and research ability, helping me get through every stressful process. As the best advisor in my heart, it is your research passion that has solidified my decision to embark on further research. I will keep in mind all your advice on my future research path. Please keep in touch closely.
Your wonderful personality has made you a great advisor, faculty, and superb mentor. I hope everything goes well with you!
Best wishes,
Eka Putra My Journey
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How long do you want to fly in an airplane from one place to another? Two hours? Three hours? How about 25 or 30-hour flight? Does it sound long to you? I bet it does. Actually that was my flight time when I first came to the US from my country, Indonesia. Excited, scared, and nervous feelings were mixing in my mind and crawling in my body. However, neither the flight nor the people made me had such feelings but one, my ability to communicate in English. What if I lost direction, whom did I need to talk to? What if the flight flew me to a wrong country, whom did I need to speak to?
Indonesia is the worldโs fourth most populous country in the world after the US with about 240 million people live in five big islands and surrounded by approximately 17,500 small islands. There are more than 700 spoken languages and dialects in Indonesia and it makes Indonesia is the second most linguistically diverse in the world after Papua New Guinea. However, from 700 languages and dialects, English is not one of them.
Back when I was in high school around 14 years ago, English was not a favorite subject at all for most students. Out of 800 students, in my high school, probably there were only 10 percent really interested in the subject. Of course, I was not one of them. Even though I was taking several years of English lessons outside my formal class, I was still not confident communicate in English.
Sitting next to an American man during my flight from Jakarta, Indonesia to Incheon, South Korea, was a nightmare to me. As I recalled I did not make any communication at all with him. Well, I think I did say hi. Thatโs it. In order to avoid the awkwardness, I applied the best strategy ever, SLEEPING. And he did, too. I think you must agree with me that sleeping is the best strategy to avoid having communication. Well, you cannot use that strategy in every situation. But for sure it worked perfectly in my situation. No doubt about it.
It was six oโclock in the morning when the plane touched down at Incheon International Airport, South Korea. Before went out, I checked my flight ticket to make sure that I was in the right place. And I was. When I got into the airport, I was amazed. The airport was really nice, clean, and beautiful. Even though it was my first time to travel abroad, I could feel that the airport was one of the most beautiful airports in the world. When I looked up on internet, I was right. It was ranked the worldโs fifth most beautiful airports.
My next flight to Chicago did not leave in the next six hours. But it was okay because I was waiting in one of the most beautiful airport in the world. In this case, I didnโt mind at all if I had to stay more than six hours.
As soon as I entered the airport, my eyes were wandering around looking for the best spot to sit with not many people around so that I could take a rest. I finally found a spot where I could relax while watching news on CNN. After several minutes sitting and watching, I started feeling hungry and realized I only had a bottle of chocolate milk in my backpack. Without thinking too much, I finished the milk in less than a minute. Then, I decided to walk around the airport to find a convenience store so that I could grab something to eat. While looking for food, my eyes were struck on an internet cafรฉ. I suddenly forgot about my hungry and wanted to use the internet to check my email instead. However, in order to use the internet, I had to convert my US dollars to Korean currency, Won. I remembered the rate for one hour was 3000 KRW (Korean Won) or about $3.00. I was thinking it was quite expensive. Then I realized I was at the airport. And I think everyone would agree that everything is expensive at the airport because customers have no choice and cannot find any alternative. The good thing is that I donโt live at the airport so I donโt have to spend more money on everything.
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Back when I was in Indonesia, Internet cafรฉ was very popular, especially in big cities such as Jakarta where I went to college. In every corner of the street, we could find an internet cafรฉ. I usually went to an internet cafรฉ for about one hour every day just to check my email. However, I would spend more than an hour if I had homework. On the weekends, any cafรฉ would offer a half price from 12:00PM to 6:00AM but we had to spend at least four hours if we wanted to get the special offer. Sometimes if I had a lot of assignments, I went to the cafรฉ at night so that I could get the deal. Most of the internet cafรฉs opened 24-hour and they were close to my apartment. So, I didnโt have to worry going back home at night from the internet cafรฉ.
After using the internet, I went back to my spot. I was still hungry but the milk helped a lot. Instead of buying something to eat, I decided to wait and get a meal on the plane. It was four hours left before my next flight and I was thinking it shouldnโt take long. I also felt tired and tried to sleep. But I couldnโt because I was afraid I would miss my next flight. So, I tried to read a book that I had in my backpack. If I was tired of reading, I watched TV. Since there were no people around, I was able to change the channel from daily news to sport channel. I loved sports and I still do. Swimming, soccer, basketball, ping-pong, volleyball, tennis and badminton are some sports that I can play. I think I consider myself a mediocre player for those sports. Not great but not bad either.
When I saw the clock, it was only 10:10AM. I started to feel bored. I was thinking I should take my previous words that I said before that I didnโt mind at all staying more than six hours at the airport. It really was a long time especially when I didnโt have anything to do besides reading and watching. No matter how beautiful the airport was, six hours was a long time and I was trapped inside the airport.
After several announcements, around 11:00 AM, I realized it was for my next flight. I grabbed my ticket and went to the gate to checked-in. 30 minutes to go and it felt like 3 hours to me. I really wanted to get into the plane, have lunch and go to sleep. Finally, the gate opened and all passengers entered the plane. There were more passengers compared to my first flight from Jakarta, Indonesia.
This trip reminded me about my first time taking an airplane. I was five years old. At that time, my sister just got married but she had to move to Medan, the capital city of North Sumatera province, due to her husbandโs job as a dentist. It was about 400 miles from Padang, the capital city of West Sumatera where I lived. My sister and I have 18-year age difference. I was very close to her and I usually slept in her room almost every night. After she got married, my sister and her husband stayed in my parentsโ house for couple of days before heading to Medan. On the first night after she got married, I wanted to sleep in her room and I remembered everyone was laughing when they heard about it. My mom told me that I could not sleep in her room because she was married and her husband had to sleep there. I was a kid and I didnโt understand what was happening. But I didnโt complain and I wasnโt upset about it.
In summer, after several months of my sisterโs wedding, my mom took me to visit my sister by taking a bus. However, my mom could only stay for two weeks but I wanted to stay longer. Finally my mom and my sister had an agreement to let me stay longer and I was so happy. I did not have any thought what the agreement was about, how I would go back home and who was going to take me back home to Padang. There was only one thing in my mind that I could stay longer.
Finally, before the summer ended, I had to go back home. I didnโt remember if my sister ever told me that I was going to be taking an airplane by myself. The only thing I remembered was that she took me to the airport. When we arrived to the airport, my sister talked to a man in a
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uniform and introduced me. I didnโt remember who he was until several years later when my mom and my sister retold the story. They told me that the man at the airport was our neighbor in Padang and he was a pilot but he didnโt fly the airplane that I was taking on that day. I recalled he took me to the plane and showed me my seat. He talked to the pilot of the plane, to the stewardess, and to the passenger who sat next to me. I think he told them to take care of me because I was flying by myself.
When the plane took off, I was wondering if it was going to fly me to another city. I was nervous and scared but I could not do anything. At least I didnโt cry because I knew I would be fine. So I just sat still in my seat for about one hour. I believe the person next to me tried to calm me down by asking some questions that I didnโt even remember any of them. Probably he asked me some typical questions such as how old I was and what was my name. However, I did remember that he gave me some stickers of a company where he was working, which was Semen Padang (Padang Cement, Inc.), a very well-known company in Padang as well as in Indonesia. When the plane landed, the stewardess helped me out and I saw mom and my dad were waiting outside the airplane parkway. I think they were worried about me and asked for permission to wait on the airplane parkway instead so that they could see me first.
It took 14 hours to fly from Incheon to Chicago, which was two times longer than my previous flight from Jakarta, Indonesia to Incheon, South Korea. It was another nightmare for me. However, I did not feel as nervous as before. After I had my lunch, I tried to sleep because I was so tired. I didnโt really care about the person next to me. I think I was sitting next to another American and I smiled and said hi to him. I was woken up by one of the flight attendants and asked me if I was ready for my dinner, and I said yes. Then she started talking about the menu in English and I could not understand her at all. I finally heard she was saying about beef or steak and I just picked that one without asking more. As a result, I didnโt like the steak because I liked my steak well done and I forgot to tell her. I just had the steak for two or three bites and I couldnโt finish it. I decided to eat the veggies part only because I didnโt want to feel hungry at night. After finishing my dinner, I watch a movie on a big screen TV before going to sleep again.
Chicago was only an hour to go and the flight attendants started to distribute the immigration form that we needed to fill out. It was about 11:00AM when the plane was landed at OโHare airport in Chicago. And I was surprised with the amount of people taking flights. I was thinking it was ten times more crowded compared to Incheon Airport. No wonder it was the worldโs fourth busiest airport in the world. I started to feel nervous and scared. I tried to calm myself by following some passengers who were taking the same flight with me. Then I was asked to go to the immigration office to fill out some forms. I filled out everything I knew and waited for my name to be called.
My next flight to Saint Louis was scheduled at 2:00 PM. After an hour waiting, they still didnโt call my name and I started to worry missing my next flight. Then they called my name after I waited for two hours. I said to myself that I would be fine because I still had 30 to 45 minutes before my next flight. It didnโt take long for the immigration office to let me go after they checked everything. I was happy because there was no problem. Then I realized the airport was so big and I had to go to domestic terminal by using metro train for my next flight. Good thing there was somebody helping me and showing me how to get there. When I checked in, they told me my flight already took off. When they checked my ticket, they understood the situation and told me that I could take the next flight to Saint Louis in an hour. I was relieved that I was able to take the next flight. Then I decided to wait at the gate for my next flight so that I would be ready. Now I felt really hungry and there were so many cafรฉs or restaurants inside the airport
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but there was only one restaurant I recognized very well, McDonald. I went there and looked up at the menu. I didnโt know how to order food so I just picked the one number on the combo menu that had a hamburger, fries, and a soda. I went back to the waiting seat and ate the hamburger. It was my first meal and my first hamburger in the US that I wonโt forget for the rest of my life.
It was almost three oโclock in the afternoon. After finishing my food, I sat and looked around and couldnโt believe myself that I was in America. I had never had any dream before in my life to come to the US. I didnโt know anything about America. The only thing I knew was NBA, Chicago Bulls, and Michael Jordan.
Before I continue my daydreaming, the gate to my next flight was opened. I stood up and walked in line to get into the plane. The plane was much smaller compared to my previous two flights. There were not many people on board and nobody was sitting next to me either. I was glad because I could relax without thinking about the person next to me. It took only 30 to 45 minutes from Chicago to Saint Louis so I didnโt have to sleep. I was looking down through the window and enjoyed the view. Because of my previous two flights counted in hours, 30 minutes was nothing. I just didnโt realize that I was already at the airport in Saint Louis and it was the last airport that I had to deal with for my long trip. When I got out, I saw my brother was waiting for me. My nervous, worry and scared feelings were gone. Now I felt happy and excited. And then, three words came up in my mind, WHAT A JOURNEY.
The other side of the coin
By
Ignacio Idoate
Bravado, defiance and ignorance, were soon to be met by a dose of harsh and unforgiving reality. My parents wanted me to spend a year abroad in order to learn and perfect my fourth language-ยญโEnglish. A language of critical importance for me to command, if I was to have any hopes and aspirations at pursuing and reaching the pinnacle of any professional career in my homeland. Or at least, this is what my parents believed. This was their sales pitch. Their justification for the personal sacrifice I would have to endure for my own good. โAn individualized forbearance that without a doubt would bare its fruits in the not so remote futureโ. Furthermore, they emphasized the fact that my year as an exchange student would be a year filled with exciting adventures.
My rationale for acceding to their challenge and opportunity offered to me at that time was far different from theirs. As a young man, a budding 17 year old teenager, I was aimlessly rowing upstream. Full of vigor and uncapped energy. A teenager with an infinite compilation of Grandiose and daring ideas. I was swimming in muddy and revoltous waters. A sparkling, vibrant and ebullient teenager with hormonal, physical and ideological changes as the genesis of my metamorphosis. I was not yet focused on any future career, thus their concern seemed too distant and unimportant. I was concentrated in the present, in that suffocating, suppressive and inhibited part of my life. I felt like a puppet-ยญโ controlled, manipulated and over scrutinized. The rules of the house were overwhelming and smothering. Chores, curfews, constant drowning supervision and endless tasks seemed demonic, wicked and unjust. I felt trapped and unable to unleash the real me. Unable to invent and create my own identity. I was kept on a short authoritarian parental leash. I envisioned that year abroad as my opportunity to finally escape my parental grip by, establishing and asserting the nymph stages of what at the time seemed as a forbidden and vetoed utopia-ยญโMy independence!
I was rebellious, defiant and confident. At my uncleโs dairy where I worked and pursued refuge from my suffocating and coerced reality. I was treated with respect and as an equal adult. I was given room to grow as a person. I was assigned unsupervised tasks and was able to efficiently conquer them time and time again. At home with my parents, I was ready to cut the proverbial umbilical cord. The constant suppressive and dictatorship-ยญโlike environment had spurred an inner revolt. I was ready to demonstrate to my rulers, that I was no longer the kid they once knew. The one they could easily tame and control by their schemes and ploys. I wanted to flee the oppressive and totalitarian regime of my progenitorโs cocoon. I wanted to attest and proclaim that I would no longer be compliant and submissive. I wanted to spread my wings. I was ready to embark in my own uninhibited voyage. I was ready to carpe diem and to conquer the world.
The flight over the Atlantic physically distanced me from the motive that incited my initial impetuous bold enterprise. I had flown for the first time on a plane full of peppy and vivacious teenagers, headed
for a novel and unknown adventure. As we approached New York, my curious and fatigued eyes searched for clues of the new country and culture I was about to acquaint myself with. The first site my eyes were engrossed and fixed on was a historic landmark I recognized from the Hollywood films, the majestic Statue of Liberty. That first glimpse of America will forever stay engraved in my memory. There she stood gracefully, proudly, audaciously and welcoming. Somehow she embodied and validated the inspiration and motivation of my private crusade-ยญโ my search for independence and freedom.
The Big Apple provided an initial contact to a diverse multicultural society that appeared noisy, rude and in a hurry at a first glance. We were introduced to the American city by sightseeing the obvious landmarks, thus The Empire State building, the Statue of Liberty, the Brooklyn Bridge, Times Square and Central park. I was dazed by the constant stimuli of the city. I was unsettled by the unfamiliar rapid pace that New Yorkers appeared to lead their lives. People came and went, saluting was a lost art, rudeness abounded, ignorance was blissed, animosity appeared to be the norm and personal safety seemed perilous.
The enormity of it all seemed overwhelming. The buildings were gargantuan and Herculean-ยญโlike; their vehicles were unfamiliarly gigantic, and its public transportation emerged as daunting as roller-ยญโcoaster rides. The unfamiliar smells and novel foods contributed to baffling my new confused and bewildered state of mind. Furthermore, to increase my anxiety, I was unable to communicate. I was not able to understand a word of English. I found refuge on my fellow traveling mates. I knew that as long as I surrounded myself with my cohort, I could temporarily neglect reality, and the precarious situation I was in. I had suddenly become a feeble small fish in a very unfamiliar, engulfing and inundating ocean. New York had established its reign. The loss of self-ยญโcontrol and self-ยญโesteem was palpable and indubitable. My pride, resolution, confidence and bravado seemed to forsakenly evaporate into the thick and heavy smog of the city.
As I laid on that cold, hard bed on my first night in the big apple, I suddenly realized that I was no longer home. I was in an unfriendly and hostile place. My present surroundings facilitated my moment of reflection to analyze my predicament. A conflicting clash quickly arose between my once overzealous but now quickly waning and vanishing bravado, and the yearning for what I refused to concede, the need for parental shield. What had I done? What did I get myself into? My inexperience, impatience and rebellious attitude got me into an unknown, outlandish and alien quandary. There was no going back, not turning the clock back. I inadvertently found myself at a crossroads of my young life. My options were crystal clear. Wave the white flag and admitting defeat, return to seek refuge under my parental security blanket. Or, own up to the decision to run away from home to seek my independence. I had too much pride and resiliency to admit defeat. It was a defining and pivotal point in my life. With ignorance and heresy as my badges of honor, I decided to go through with the year as an exchange student. It marked and defined me as a person. It helped me mold, burgeon and flourish into who I am today. It was a decision that I have never regretted or self-ยญโreproached.
Secret in Library By Wen Zhang Secret place in library at the corner of the second floor, far away from stairs and door, beside windows where to look for more: Pink blossom in spring
bright sunshine in summer golden leaves in fall white snow in winter.
Hides itself into rows of shelves, as hiding myself into stacks of books.
Tranquil place to spend wonderful time
wonderful place to enjoy tranquil world One large piece desk which is shared with other four is made of wood in walnut color, warmer than plastic and metal in every freezing winter morning; shows a long history with lively scrawls, words, formulas, and cute paintings recording the time students spent
generation by generation.
One yellow wooden chair which I prefer much more not as soft as sofa, located on the ground floor, keeps me away from the sleepy moment. Do you have a similar experience? Mild, creamy aroma in the air, warm sunlight shining; low pitch of voice surrounded, writing and paging;
sitting in a navy blue sofa, as lying in the cotton candy.
Then immerse into a sweet dream in the twinkle of an eye. No matter what you are reading, textbooks, magazines, poetries, or even horrible fictions. A hypersomnia? No. Just due to soft sofa-ยญโshaped โbedโ,
get lazy, tired, and sleepy. Wooden chair and desk, old but solid
make me be aware: I am in the library, not on my second bed in my second home.
D I V E R S I T Y
By Hui-yen Huang
All of us call Columbia HOME!
r. Kingโs dream of peace, justice and equality for all.
have a dream, he shouted out that
friends come from different colors.
arying ethnic groups, religions, and culture vividly live out
around my diverse community.
very afternoon, the wind brings me the
ich small of curry chicken made by the Indian lady next door.
cene of children with distinguishable tones
playing happily at dusk at the playground.
A big red character of โ็ฆโ stand proudly up on the door above us.
The plain but elegant Islamic turban flows confidently over the
community clothesline shining under the sun.
t is not the outside that matters, but the inside.
ake and stretch your hands out
embrace and welcome diversity.
ou and I that share this community
all have our own unique and valuable
stories that shapes us who we are.
All of us call Columbia HOME!
Window
Wri$ng and photo by Li Lin
In my dic)onary
Window exists as a myth
Looking into the window
I see โindoโ
Looking outward
Looking inward
Window opens the eye to me
I see a heart
Full of curiosity
Stay hungry
Stay open
ๅฝผๅฒธ The other shore
---ๅผ ๅๅช -----Lingyuan Zhang
่ฏทๅไธๆ็ๅฝฑๅญ Please drinking my shadow
ๆตๆต็็ผ็ ๆ่ฝ็่งๆๅฝป้ชจ็ๆฒไผค turbid eyes will see my piercing sorrow
่ฏทๅๅฐฝๆ็ๅฝฑๅญ Please drink in my shadow
็ฒๅณ็ๅๆ ๅฐฑไผไธบๆ็ผ็ป tired hands will weave me
ไธๅฏนๅทจๅคง็้ป่ฒ็็ฟ ่ a vast black wings
้ป่ฒ black
ไฝๅจๆ็ผ็็ๆทฑๅค living in the heart of my eyes
้ป่ฒ black
ไธ้ๆ็ต้ญ็ๆธฉๅบฆ measuring the purity of my soul
ๅจๆฏไธช้ๆถ้ฝไผๆญปๅป็ๅคๆ Every night, Death is on his way
ๆๅฟๆๆฌ็ fondling the wings with my honest awe
ๆๆธ็ๆฒพๆปกๆ้ชจ่ก็็ฟ ่ reek with my flesh and blood
ๆฑๅฎ้ฟ่ฟๆ็่บซไฝ beg it grows into my body
ๆฑๅฎๅธฆๆๅปๅฐ้ฃ้ beg it leads me there
ไผ ่ฏดไธญ In the legend
ๆๆฃตๅซๅๆๅฟต็ๆ ้ฟๅจ่ทฏ็ๅฐฝๅคด There is a tree named missing
้ฃ้้คไบ้ฅ่ฟ ไธๆ ๆๆ Standing on the far shore
ไฝๆ็ฅ้ There is nothing but remote
ไธ้ขๆไผ็ปๆๆๅผๆนๅ But I know
The seven stars will guide me the direction
ๆ็ฅ้ I know
ไธๅช่่ฒ็้ธ ไผๅจๆ ไธๆญๅฑ A blue singing bird will wait me on the tree.
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Universal PINK Universal LOVE By
Sirinat Sriumporn PINKโฆ PINKโฆ PINK LOVEโฆ LOVEโฆ LOVE PINK Being universal love. Everyone knows. The right to be a girl. I know. Speaking freely. I know. Understanding, Caring, Giving Receiving of nurturing. Everyone wants. Tenderness, Kindness, Self-worth, Acceptance. I want. ROSE Gardening roseโs rosy. I do. Listening soft songs, Smooth rhythm. I do. Relaxing, Sleeping. I need. Brightness, Lightness. I feel. STRAWBERRY Social Smiling, Smiling with self. I need. Cartoons, Dresses, Candy. I enjoy. Understanding Friendship. Everyone needs. MAGENTA Cherry Blossom, Magenta Tinted, Hydrangea flowers. I touch. Beautiful, Sexy. I am. Strong feeling, Romantic. I feel. Light hearted brides, Wedding. Ladies dream. Heaven, Openness. Everyone needs.
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FUCHSIA Holiday. I want. Sunset Sky, Sun fades into water, Spring sun rises. I see. The passion of women being love. I thought. Powerful, Successful, Energies. I need. Angry, Aggression. I wonder. PRIMROSE Pink skin. I see. Being a mother. I am. Singing to baby girl. I do. Unconditional love. I feel. Pure, Hopeful, Soft, Loving, Comfortable. I hope. ROUGE Abandonment, Neglect, Violent. I hate. Gaya, Lesbian. I wonder. Stress, Painful. I face. Blue Emotion. I fear PINKโฆ PINKโฆ PINK LOVEโฆ LOVEโฆ LOVE
Trapped
By Arwa Alfayez
Oceans of wonder with rise of high heavy waves led to fearful floating
Screams of pain Coming from all around Crashing eyes full of fear Shocking tears of worry
Oceans of wonder Rise again Tearing my pride
The Eaten soul is yet to come a Shocking anger with a Crying laughter
High heavy waves Falling apart Tripping me in the dark
Wishing for a mercy to Bury the wound Bleeding in my heart
Fearful floating Weakens the patience of my Drained self
Asking where am I? What have I done?
My guilt, Conscience Sentenced me to be
Trapped in a cage of honesty
home
by
Witriani Soegijardjo
flawless day
strange foreign beauty1
sunlight
unblinding brightness
cannot be seen
no squinting
can be felt
warm on skin
air
untainted
not humid
not dry
reviving smell
freshly cut grass after the rain
soft breeze
reasonless smile
time freezes
divine morning
unflawed
peaceful
perfect time to go
night falls
six feet under
will not be missed
1 โStrange Foreign Beautyโ is the title of a song by Michael Learns To Rock (1999)
home at last
a plea:
why small?
no capital?
not a spiritual being
but rely on Godโs Blessing
capitals belong only to Him
me?
nothing but
undying search for meaning
not eternal
infinitesimal
ๆ็พ (lyric by Wen Zhang)
ๆฒ๏ผๆๆตท ใ่ธๅคใ
ๆๆถๆฐด้ขๅ่ก
ๅคไธ้ฃๅ
้ฃๅฐ็ช้ๅพฎๅ
ไธๅๆ้
็ญน่ฐๅคฉไธไบ
ๅๅฃๆฑๅ
ๆๆฅ่ๅๅฐๅนดๅฟ้
้็ฐ่ๅฑ
ไป้ น้ ็ซๅฏๅท
้ๆ้พๅฝ
ๅขจๅ่กฃ้ฆ่กซ
ๆ่กๆผซ้ถๅ
ๆๆ้ฃๆฌ
ๆฑไธๆฐธๅบๅๅนด่ช่จไธๅฟ
NOTE:
This song is written for Yu ZHOU, which I am interested in and respect. Besides a famous general, Yu ZHOU was good at music and always praised by the public about his gentle characteristic. So I pick up a little gender music instead of the powerful one which is always used to describe wars.
The title is Huai Jin. Jin is picked from Yu ZHOUโs style name. In ancient China, males would have a style name to replace their first name as a symbol of adulthood and respect. Both style name (Jin) and first name (Yu) represents for the jade. The jade is always used to describe the gentle characteristic in China. The word โHuaiโ means holding and memorizing. So the title may have two meanings: 1) Holding jade, which means Yu ZHOU has a gentle characteristic; 2) In memory of Jin (Yu ZHOU).
In this song, the blue words are the first part to give audience a picture of Yu ZHOUโs life briefly. In the green part, I choose the Battle of Red Cliffs to describe Yu ZHOU in details.
This music is called Ta Gu in Chinese (composed by Hai LIN), which means โstepping into the ancient timeโ. The melody begins with the Africa drum, and then Pipa comes in. When the first part finishes, there is a period of time of female voice, singing without any exact words.
่ตคๅฃๅๆนไบๅจ
่ฝป่็ฉฟๆตช
้ฃๅฎๆ้้ฟ็ฉบ
่กๆชๆ้
ไธ้ฃไนฑ้พๅนก
ๆฑ็ซ็ผญไนฑ
ไธไธๅฐๅฃซๅ้ชจๆๅบ
ๆ ไบบๅฝไนก
ไป้็ฟๆ่กฃๅฏ
็ฌ็ซๆฑไธ
้ๅฒธๆ็ดๅผฆ
็ญ้ฉฌๅผ้ฟๅผ
ๅ่ฝฝ
ๅจ้ๅ
Land of the Basque
Nestled in the Western slopes of the Pyrenees
Straddling the Bay of Biscay
Embracing Southern
France and Northern Spain
Land of the Basque
Much debated unknown origins
Indo-ยญโEuropeans, Neanderthals or Cro-ยญโMagnons
An unrelenFng irresoluble query for historians
ElucidaFon with no acknowledged consensus
Land of the Basque
A land yearned by many cultures
From Pre-ยญโhistoric Germanic hordes from Asia and the Celts
The Roman Empire in Roman Fmes
Middle age Visigoths, Franks and Muslims
Neoclassical epoch advances of Napoleon Bonaparte
To Franco led dictatorship aLer the Spanish civil war
Allied with Mussolini and Hitler invading troops in World War II
Euskal Herriaby
Ignacio Idoate
Land of the Basque
The land colonized by survivors, exultant and triumphant people
The oldest in Europe
Unmoved in a history of thousands of years
Unswayed by blows and chagrins of famine
Unscathed by misfortunes of disease
Untouched by calamiFes of wars
Uninfluenced by the torments of their assailants
Land of the Basque
Land of heterogeneous and sundry terrain
Land of high quiet green mountains
Land of everlasFng forests of oaks and maples
Land of eerie and dantesque rocky cliffs
Land of lively and jazzy plains
Land of breathtaking coast lines
Land of the Basque
Land of Euskara
An unchanged ancient living language
An aTuned language with a bewildering dawn
A complex, exoFc and ardent language
A language entrusted, bestowed and imparted through generaFons
An enduring persecuted language
A language excepFonally and ruthlessly suppressed by Franco
Euskara
The main unifying and disFnguishing hallmark of the Basque
Their crown jewel and emblem
Land of the Basque
Cradle of Conquistadors
Birthplace of historic icons
Origin of trailblazing missionaries of the ChrisFan gospel
Home to Saint Ignacio de Loyola, founder of the Jesuit movement
Fountain of pioneering and archetypical entrepreneurs
Commencement of innovaFve and chivalrous fishermen
Root of zealous and avant-ยญโgarde miners and steel workers
Reservoir of noble and acclaimed sheepherders
Land of the Basque
Land of enchantment, myths and legends
Land of Akelarre
Land of witchcraLs and Sabbaths
Land of witch hunts, trials and burnings
Paraxosysm of terror
AvocaFon for the inquisiFon
Land of Mari
Goddess of Basque mythology
Home to Basajaun
Wild Lord of the forest
Land of Olentzero, a jenFl
The Basque version of Santa Claus
Land of the Basque
Land of folklore and tradiFons
Home to Bertsolaritza
The most important and tradiFonal display of Basque poetry
Home to the Txistu and Trikitrixa
Vivacious, animated and harmonic engendering musical instruments
Home to Txalaparta
A prehistoric device consisFng of two thick wood staffs
Harmonically and strategically banged on a hard surface
To create mesmerizing and hypnoFzing melodies
Land of the Basque
Home to Herri kirolak
Exhibits of wide ranging rural sports
RepresenFng daily acFviFes of the Basque, from sea coasts to high mountains
Land of estropadak, courageous and zealous rowing regaTas in obliging sea waters
Land of txinga and arri jasotzailes, Herculean, colossal and gargantuan athletes
Land of pelotaris, dynamic and vigorous arFsts of peculiar amphitheaters
Land of aizkolaritza and sokaFra, beastly, omnipotent and strenuous spectacles
Land of Txakur probak or sheepdog trials
Land of the Basque
Land of unequaled and exquisite cuisine
Land of Txokos or gastronomical socieFes
Land of exoFc and outlandish compilaFons of culinary marvels
Land of Sagardotegiak or cider houses
Land of kokotxas, squid, and marmitako
Land of mouthwatering beef and lamb fares and medleys
Land of cider and txakoli, slightly sparkling libaFons
Land of gaudy, vibrant and world renowned wines
Land of luscious gateau Basque and scrumpFous cheeses
Land of the Basque
Land of culture, tradiFons and history
Land of personal affecFon and devoFon
Land of my ancestors and heritage
A remote, aloof, distant and much languished land
Euskal Herria
My motherland and quintessence
My home
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Arwa Alfayez Claiming the Clouds of Imagination I find myself flying through clouds when I describe emotions about my family. I enter the world of imagination. This world becomes windy passing through my memories. Breezes of laughter, love, and passion hug my body. While gliding between these clouds I feel warm. I decide to stop and enjoy this feeling. It is not a surprise for me to stay on this cloud; โmy parents bedroomโ. After our full day is over, my family gathers in my parentโs bedroom. In their room we sense the coziness and the cordiality from the deep red color that surrounds us. Purity and affection from the long off white curtains cover the huge windows. Falling so smoothly like rain drops. As soon as I enter their room, the aroma of my motherโs perfume mix with the strong but exquisite โุจุจุฎุฎููุฑุฑโ arrives slickly and delightfully to my nose. The fragrance of sweet musk, the strong sandal, and the deep saffron fills the room. This gorgeous scent drives calmness to our souls. On the right, a large off white wooden dresser stands with pride. Huge selections of perfumes are ordered in a neat way. My motherโs jewelry is displayed on a red velvet holder. Her pearls, gold, and silver necklaces are hanged on charmingly. Her magnificent colored rings are a pleasure to one's sight. I try them every day in joy. My late grandmothers gems are kept safely in an old traditional timber container that belonged to her as well. This jewelry box has been an important object in my motherโs life since she was a little girl. Itโs a polished dark ligneous box, which contains three different compartments. One is for necklaces and bracelets, the second is for earrings, and the third is for rings. My parentโs bed is spectacular. Four thick wooden posts engraved with wonderful floral design almost reach the ceiling. Immense headboard with simple leaf sketch ties it all together. Stunning like an Indian bed with different patterns joined together. Their bedding has an off white background with giant inflamed roses. I feel like jumping on a cloud of comfort, coasting over a garden of stunning dark red roses with a hint of lime green from the leaves. It is definitely the focal point of their room. Countless pillows that vary in shape and size are laid on the bed effortlessly. Each one of us has his own favored pillow. Sarah likes to lay her head on a huge red furry headrest. While Roaa likes to embrace a rosy silk and velvet cushion, Osamah rests his feet on a cylindrical bolster. My twin brothers share a long comfortable one. I question myself how did we fit in that bed. We are definitely a big family. Two parents, three daughters, and four sons in one bed, just imagine. We are like a colorful rainbow where each shade completes and complements the other. We melt in our wishes and desires. Is it because our atmosphere is filled with love? No love is not the word. It is too poor for a description. Gathering in their bed makes me feel that we are in a journey. A journey that has no destination, no limits, and no rules. We feel free. Free from reality. We talk about our dreams, hopes, what we want to be when we grow up. In that bed, I return a child where my dreams have no end.
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Although we elapse through what we did in our daily life with its frustration and tiredness, my parentsโ words, affection, and empathy can not only relieve our weariness but also motivate us in going forward. My accomplishments, ambition, and goals are a direct result of my parents. It is the impact of these two people that made my existence full of blessings, and also made me who I am today. Without their help and direction in life I would be lost like a young bird missing in the sky. They help me with every step in my life. Remembering these days makes my eyes tear. As soon as I get out of their room, reality hits. You were dreaming.
Reading the language of God
-------By Lingyuan Zhang
โGodโs silence ripens manโs thoughts into speechโ----Tagore
Poem is the language of god. Poets are the people who use the general words to create their own
amazing sentences.
In my early memory, my mom treasured a huge mystic notebooks filled with the sentences that I
didnโt understand. They were all written in the neat and similar form. This is my first impression
about poem---recondite and boring. However, along with the growth of age, I discovered the
beauty and treasure in poem. I found reading poem bring lots of fun and relaxation to me.
Perhaps, my gene contains the love for poem.
Planting a lotus
In Chinese culture, lotus represents peace and harmony. Reading poem, just like planting a lotus
in my body, leads inherent peace to me. When I feel weak or anxiety, especially during the night, I
prefer to read a poem. The keen eyes of poet help them to find out impressed beauty. They are
moved by the smile on the childrenโs face. They are appreciated the exquisite world in the
dewdrop. They feel grateful about the gifts that life gave them. Their vivid sentences bring me
into the descriptive world. Those neat but powerful words impressed me with the simplest
touching. โSorrow is hushed into peace in my heart like the evening among the silent treesโ.
Those wonderful sentences like the clean spring flow through my blundering heart.
Breed a phoenix
I also receive encouragement from poem. In our legend, phoenix will never die. He will rises from
his ashes. I believe that poem summons a phoenix in my heart. Many poets experience the hard
life. Their words contained their struggle, their unyielding. The harsh experiences are the source
for their inspiration. Beidao is my favorite Chinese poet. He was persecuted by the political
reason. However, he never loses his enthusiasm to express his voice. โAll is fate, all is empty, all is
beginning with no ending, all joy has no smiles, all suffering has no tears, all explosions with a
moment of tranquil, all deaths echo lonely.โ How powerful those simply sentence. But they
always haunt in my heart, leads me go cross the hard times.
I appreciate what the poem brings to me--Love, brave and a grateful heart.
โI cannot choose the best, the best chooses me.โ ----Tagore
A Realm of Objects By
Laura Kim
The Room
Keeping a room clean and comfortable might be one goal of every person. Here I am as a room filled with somebodyโs belongings and meanings. I am a part of one of apartments in West Columbia. The occupierโs name is Laura Kim who came from South Korea to study history of dress in Mizzou. I had spent almost 8 years with the last tenants before I met Laura Kim. When I first met her, she said, โwhat a small room.โ However, regardless of her complaint, Laura had to choose me since her roommate asked that she had to use a bigger room because of her cat. I did not think that I am a small room until she packed me with her stuff. I have been a quite decent room since 1970s when I was built.
In a month after she entered my room, Laura brought her twin bed, a desk and a chair, three plastic drawers, and a lot of clothing. Especially, my closet seemed not enough for all of her clothing when she received winter coats from her parents. Her shoes and boots were too many to be laid in my closet; consequently, they had to move to other closet in the apartment. Her books were also too many to be put in her bookshelf which her roommate parents made. When the bookshelf was made, she made a resolution that she will not buy anymore books, which did not happen. In fact, she ended up buying a low shelf from a garage sale for the new books.
Now, I am filled with one desk, which has been newly brought from her friendโs house and one long party table which, now, almost seems like a table for books, three plastic clothing drawers, two plastic drawers for stationary and some stuff, a full closet, a black book shelf, and her twin bed. Thatโs not even including posters on my walls. On the walls, there are two maps, three small posters, her motherโs montage of family photos, a calendar, a white piece of paper filled with notes about her thesis. Moreover, she used to keep all of her plush toys in me; but all of her plush toys had to go out and place in a table in the living room. Obviously, as you can imagine, she has shopped quiet a lot ranging from clothing to books, which made the room even hectic. The closet is too packed that I donโt even want to talk about what are there. How could she even organize them?
The scenery of me is so messy but I, myself, reflect Lauraโs versatile personality. It takes a while for me to realize that Laura is a person who has to be surrounded by something and think of something every moment. Her belongings are the source of her ideas and creativity. None of her belongings are unnecessarily kept. She appreciates what she purchased, what she received, and what she created. I am so about to throw up all of her stuff if there is any chance; however, I know it canโt be my decision to clear up her stuff. But, as I feel like I am throwing up, sometimes, I see her anxiety. She suddenly grabs her head with both hands and mumbling that she has too much stuff. That is the moment when she cleans up her stuff, and it happens several times throughout a year and a half.
Laura cleans up what her detached meanings, such as receipts which she does not need longer. However, throwing away what she cherished is not happening easily. On the other hand, when she feels that she canโt stand a certain situation; she literally knocks over the entire appearance of me. It happens when she confronts a highly complex issue, which can be even more complicated by listening to and seeing her belongings. She has gone through three major overturns and miscellaneous changes of layout of furniture since she got here. The first one was giving away her old desk and chair to her friend and replacing it to a new party table and a monstrous office chair. The second one was adding her second desk received from her other friend for her old laptop and a monitor and moving her party table next to her bed. Third one was moving one of her clothing drawer into her closet and relocating her party table into the middle of her room.
Maybe, clearing out part might not be finished as well as her refreshment. Laura still sometimes wants to deal with overflowing clothing from the plastic drawers. She consciously keeps her away from shopping. She recently stopped at her favorite shopping at Goodwill. Having a huge party table might be the actual first warning that she cannot hold more in this room. Fortunately, that big party table will be folded and stored after her thesis is done. She might learn a lesson that having โallโ you need could harm you. I still believe that a room packed with โmaterialsโ will not give person comfortable feeling.
However, my belief might not work for Laura. I can see Lauraโs love of her belongings, although she sometimes screams, โI have too much!โ She needs โmaterialsโ to do anything. Maybe, in her case, she might actually feel more comfortable with materials. What a material person she is! As a room wants to be cleaned and neat, what I can do is probably just watching her since I cannot break myself to teach her something. I think this is the time sheโd better to
step out and reduce her belonging if she wants to stay with me longer. Unfortunately, now I have a few months to live with her. I donโt think that she will clean up more before moving out; but, I hope she could meet a bigger room next time so that she doesnโt feel like her as a hoarder.
The Wall
Although the room might be very much shocked by Lauraโs overflowing random belongings comparing to her size, I, the walls of Lauraโs room, think that Laura is a very nice person. She is interested in how to decorate me regardless of how big or small I am. I must be the ones that have experienced the most touch of Laura. She couldnโt leave me blank no matter what kinds of walls I am. I consist of five different sizes of white painted wooden walls, two windows in one of the walls, one closet with two wood panel sliding doors, and the wood door. All parts of me are decorated with different objects, which she can easily approach and look at. I have enjoyed how she lays and sticks something one me because it is kind of boring to be blank and clean.
Originally, Laura had maps of Korea, Japan, and the U.S. The Korean map was facing Japanese and the U. S. map; The Korean map still remain in the same spot, which is on the side with her bad. The Japanese and the U. S. maps were above of her old desk. She also attached hundreds of post-ยญโits on the U.S. map. Her notes were about issues of locations. For example, she attached a post-ยญโit saying โ1876 Pennsylvania Worldโs Expositionโ next to Pennsylvania. She tagged a note of โ1920s Italian Gangsters; prohibition; flappers; art decoโ on Chicago. There were other miscellaneous notes, such as โDonโt shop more,โ which might be her will to stop shopping. On the wall of the Korean map, a big Hokusai sea wave poster, โThe Great Wave off Kanagawa,โ used to be set. The great wave poster, which is as wide as a half of her open arms, with cream thick border was the accent of her room, reminding her of the swirling sea. She enjoyed looking at the poster from the other side. One small poster of Matisse used to be fixed on the room door and two small posters of Matisse and Hiroshige were posted on the sliding door of the closet.
Hokusai, The Great Wave off Kanagawa
But now, after the last winter, when she faced a major stress of her life in Columbia, she overturned all the decoration on me. Although I think, at that moment, she didnโt have a thought of leaving me as blank as possible. If you open the door, you can see a half of my side with windows and then, on the left, a wall with a small poster of Magritteโs โThe Son of Manโ is next to a calendar which she received from the Parish of Korean Catholic Church in St. Louis. I think it is brilliant to match โThe Son of Manโ with the article of the religion of โthe Son of God.โ
On the right side, it is blank but if you take one more step, you can see the whole side of the wall with windows. Each blank space next to windows has something: on the left, a drawing paper filled with her notes and post-ยญโits of her thought, and on the right, a
montage of her family photos made by her mom, which reminds her of her early days. She from time to time spends some minutes in front of that montage. I think when she feels homesick, that montage could help her to remember her family in South Korea.
Moreover, on the open wall between window-ยญโwall and a closet wall, there are a Korean map and a World map and two small posters which are Hiroshigeโs โDrum Bridge at Meguroโ and Matisseโs โGold Fish.โ Laura really appreciates her Korean map not just because it is the map of her nation but she imagines the places she has visited through the roads on that map. The world map is also used in the similar way. She thinks about where she wants to go and have a travel of fantasy in her mind. Henri Matisse is the common favorite artist of her mother and her. And Hiroshige is one of Japanese artists she studies recently as well as Hokusai. If you turn yourself to right side, there is my last part, the wall with a closet. And her closet is always open, so you can only see one side of her sliding door which has two small posters, which are Hiroshigeโs swirling sea wave series, โInlet at Awa Province,โ and โNavaro Rapids.โ Next to the closet, there is a plastic storage and above it, there is a long mirror with a hot pink frame. So, the entire part of me except one wall next to the door is filled with something. And, all of those decorations have meanings and usages.
My face might be looked ugly for someone. My face might be regarded as the dirtiest
Matisse, Gold Fish; Hiroshige, Drum Bridge at Meguro; Hiroshige, Inlet at Awa Province; Hiroshige, Navaro Rapids
Magritte, The Son of Man
wall you could have ever seen. I have pin holes from multiple changes of posters. I have gummy stuff on my face due to scotch tapes. The room might complain about all the wall decorations; but, I appreciate Laura that she saved me from being just โwhite painted walls,โ and turned me into โwalls of Lauraโs ideas.โ Her maps and posters are her way of expressing her interest and her aesthetic. Her wall decorations are the exit and the entrance of a trail of her mind. I became her dream sketchbook and I like it! Maybe when the first time she put her U.S. map on my face, that must be the moment I became walls of her dreams.
The Closet
You never thought that a closet can have an opinion of its owner. I am just a small closet located in Lauraโs room. I am with sliding door consisting of two wood sliding panels. I have never been in a dark owing to her generosity of much, much clothing, many, many bags, and so much other stuff. I feel always full and satisfied, although I do not think I satisfied her. Being in a dark with clothing is fun to talk back-ยญโ not necessarily gossip-ยญโ about her; on the other hand, it is almost hard to get away from keeping smells and moistures and losing attentions of owner, Laura.
I remember the moment that she closed my door; but she failed, simply because she just could not keep eye on her clothing. She does not want to spend any minute to open me and look in clothing. If she needs something to wear, her clothing has to speak up not wait in a dark. It is such an honor for those clothing because if they are not in her face, they would not get any attention as much as they can get when they are in drawers. Actually, on the side of two sliding panels overlapped, clothing behind of the doors is mostly in off-ยญโseasons, such as winter clothing during the summer. That means, Laura cleans and turns over her clothing every season. So, it is not true that she keeps everything randomly.
My companies โher clothing, her bags, her hats, her toys, her fabrics, and her blankets are always waiting for Laura. New comers are always welcomed in their minds but at the same time, older buddies feel suffocated due to running out of space. In every morning, members of clothing are always fighting each other to be picked by her. There are some her favorites which have been chosen often, such as shirts. This spring is not a happy time for her and dozens of her spring jackets because the unusual hot weather keeps her from choosing them and shining herself. While they are complaining, her winter jumpers take some rest although they were not as happy as spring jackets now due to other heaver winter coats which had been worn during the winter.
Nicer dresses are ever waiting companies since Laura came to the U.S. Laura has not as many chances to wear them as she was in Korea. She no longer goes out as often as she did in
Korea. She doesnโt dress up as much as she did. In fact, she seems that she doesnโt want to wear them for school because she feels like no one around her really understands and appreciates her fashion and styling, although I think she has some interesting philosophy in fashion which is hard to understand. Her bags in me have had the most miserable time in the U.S just like the fancy dress ladies. There are some privileged bags with less privileged looking outside of me except her most expensive bag, the Freitag. They got the most love from her for better function. Her hats are sitting in my shelf also waiting for Lauraโs call. Her designers toys are anxious to be displayed somewhere than inside of me; her fabrics are expecting to be turned into something. Her blankets are sleeping until she needs them.
I feel sorry that fewer special occasions led her to be a boring person. She sighs a lot in front of me when she matches up clothing pulled out from me. She yields all the beautiful pieces to me and chooses the most casual and sometimes boring pieces. I am not making a bad comment about the plain buddies but I hope that all the other my fashionable friends also can have a chance to be chosen by her as much as they want to be so that Laura can be more colorful than now.
To my all needy friends, I want to say that there is a reason why she brings you all the way from Korea and keeps you inside of me. Laura does not lose her love for them. Laura does still need you to be a part of her world. I am not her belong but a space to keep her stuff, and I partly envy my friends-ยญโ clothing, bags, toys, fabrics, and blankets who can be with her and dream of a travel with her. Unfortunately I am not the best fit for all of the buddies; but I am a happy closet with all different friends and a devoted user, Laura. I already feel like I will be lonely and missing when they and Laura all gone.
Reference:
Hokusai, โThe Great Wave off Kanagawa,โ retrieved from http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ยญโHSID_USYhbE/TxBDlG-ยญโqVbI/AAAAAAAAB_M/CUm1BZcoVUY/s1600/hokusai-ยญโgreat-ยญโwave.jpeg
Rene Magritte, โThe Son of Man,โ retrieved from http://www.leninimports.com/rene_magritte_the_son_of_man_shop_a_print.jpg
Henri Matisse, โGold Fish,โ retrieved from http://cache2.artprintimages.com/p/LRG/20/2058/RCB2D00Z/art-ยญโprint/henri-ยญโmatisse-ยญโgoldfish.jpg
Utagawa Hiroshige, โDrum Bridge at Meguro,โ retrieved from http://www.poster.net/hiroshige-ยญโando/hiroshige-ยญโando-ยญโdrum-ยญโbridge-ยญโat-ยญโmeguro-ยญโ9968905.jpg
Utagawa Hiroshige, โInlet at Awa Province,โ retrieved from http://www.diversitystore.com/ds/images/products/AwaXL.jpg
Utagawa Hiroshige, โNavaro Rapids,โ retrieved from http://cache2.artprintimages.com/p/LRG/9/912/9BHX000Z/art-ยญโprint/ando-ยญโhiroshige-ยญโnavaro-ยญโrapids-ยญโc-ยญโ1855.jpg
I Just Hateโฆ
By
Cheng Zhang
Serve? Eat? I love. I hate.
I hate the uniform set, a sloppy cheap dark yellow polo which we have to tuck in pants, and a black MIZZOU cap which shrinks a lot in the wash and makes hair stick on my forehead.
I hate wearing โpowder freeโ plastic gloves which do have powder inside and we are asked to change every half an hour. I hate the chemical factory smell on my hands when Iโm done working.
I hate the full timers who always lazily lean on door texting messages, doing trash talk and asking student employees to do the work they are supposed to do.
I hate student supervisors tell me how to serve and do cleaning with a long cold face although I have been working much longer. You know what? They are not my boss. Why do they leave me a face like that?
I hate the warmers and toast machines where I got burned a couple of times on the arm. Once it hurt, I rushed to the office applying gel on the red, burning skin. Watch out! I donโt want my arm to be toasted. Poor me!
I hate some odd ladies ask for four pieces of banana pepper, four pieces of black olive, four types of seasoning and dressing, and have the sandwich cut in triangle.
I hate full timers try to explain something to me with a loud, slow and stupid voice as if I donโt know English. โPutโฆtheโฆpotโฆONโฆtheโฆfire!โ โDo you know soapy water? Soapy! Oh, you know that?โ Come on!
I hate smelling cookies during the shift but I just CANโT try but see them being taken by customers. Donโt tell me cookies are sooo good. Donโt, please!
I hate โcan I have the chicken leg in the cornerโ, โcan you make a melt without tomatoโ, โcan I have xxx, xxxโฆoh, never mind, it looks nastyโ.
I hate after filling the lettuce in five minutes, itโs all gone and just several pieces scatter around the counter. If customers really want to be green, why do they grab a whole plate of fries?
I hate removing oil stains from windows. Wipe down with a soapy rag, spray with a glass cleanser and clean with paper towels. If it doesnโt look perfect, we have to do all those againโฆ
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The Forbidden Room By
Tianyu Liu
"Hey, welcome back! How was your trip?" I ran to the door of my apartment and gave a tight hug to my roommate. "Fine," she answered faintly. "We are going to have a party at China Garden tonight with people in my office and some of their friends..." I talked for five minutes without receiving any responses. I felt like I was talking to the air. It was quite unusual for my roommate, a party animal who always interrupts me with her ideas on how an event should go, to be so quiet. There were two voices in my mind arguing: "ask her how her grandma was doing" versus "don't do that, she may start crying". "Does your grandma feel better?" "No. Not at all. She just passed away on the day I stepped on to the plane!" She burst into tears. All of my happiness at her return vanished at once. It seemed that a tornado was sweeping through a forbidden room in my heart. There it opened up my memory of grandpa. "Do you know how lucky you are that you were with your grandma at the end of her life? I wish I could have treasured that time with my grandpa." It was the first time I talked about my grandpa since he died ten years ago. My grandpa was a handsome old man with a pair of gleaming, penetrating eyes. When I looked into them, I always had the feeling that I could see the universe. He was quite knowledgeable, and for a long period of time in my childhood I was afraid of talking to him. He spoke with a heavy Sichuan accent like Deng Xiaoping, the forth president in China, and always asked difficult problems that you would expect to hear in class instead of at home. He made me feel as nervous as a junior soldier talking with a general, but I had always wanted to stay with him since the day I found the forbidden room. That morning began so badly. I was four years old and had never left my parents before, but in the morning I realized I was going to spend a whole week living in grandpa's house while my parents were out of town for business. Although it was not the first time I had met him, I still had trouble understanding his Sichuan accent.
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Lunch was too spicy for me; I hardly ate any food but stuffed my stomach with water. I escaped dinner and went to bed early; yet hunger and curiosity about what was happening behind the door in front of my room kept me awake. A flash of light kept flickering through the crack of the door. I imagined with terror that there was an UFO in the room and aliens were going to take me off. Eventually I could not stand hiding under the quilt any longer and knocked on the door. "Is anyone there?" I asked timidly. No one answered, but the door was open and I saw the buckle of my grandpa's belt. "Hey, my little girl, why are you standing here? Did you dream of something bad?" Grandpa asked gently. "No. But I saw something bad flashing through this door. I thought there is a UFO in this room. Can I enter?" "Of course, come in but do not touch anything. " Grandpa grasped my hand and led me towards the only light in the room. It was the first time that I noticed that his hand was so big and warm. It was a room without windows. The only light was coming from a lamp sitting on a huge desk. The smell of the room was not attractive to any other kids but me. The smell was not sweet, but a combination of rosin and iron. The items on the desk were full of colorful lines, small buttons like M&Ms, green plastic boards, and some black boxes. I was watching the room carefully when something cold was stuffed into my hand. I looked down and saw a prism. Grandpa held my hand with the prism towards the light and said, "look! There is nothing scary in this room. You are holding a rainbow in your hand. You can keep it and have a nice dream on your bed, ok?" "Wow. It's cool. If I go to bed now, can I come here tomorrow?" I begged. "Yes, but you cannot enter the room without me, and you know the rule -ยญโ-ยญโ do not touch anything unless I give it to you. " I nodded deeply. The rest of the week passed very quickly. I was allowed to spend two hours in the room each day and received a gift after each visit. When my parents came to bring me home at the end of the week, I even felt sad about leaving grandpa and asked them to take me back every weekend. I regularly visited grandpa for the next two years. In that forbidden room, he taught me algebra with an abacus, showed me that an egg can float out of the water by itself, and that a needle and water can tell the
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north. I never thought the miracles would disappear in that room until one day he pointed at a Chinese character and asked me what it meant. He was really asking me instead of testing me. The character means hand and even a child in kindergarten knows it. My grandpaโs abnormal behavior scared me and I called my dad. The next time I saw grandpa, was two days later. I was told that he had a stroke that day, and although I discovered it at an early stage the cerebral thrombosis had still damaged his cognition. He could not read books anymore and his speech became intermittent. When I stood beside his sickbed, he told me with difficulty that neither he nor I could enter the forbidden room anymore, but that I could still find miracles in this book. The book was named "Tens of Thousands of Whys" and it was my last gift from him. He was right. In that book I found science behind the miracles we had experienced together. I started to create my own demonstrations and showed them to him and to my friends. However, the time I spent with him became less and less frequent; from once a week, to once a month, to once a season in the last two years of his life when he lost his language ability completely and became paralyzed. I always thought his world was static and he could wait for another week; but my friends could not wait, my exams could not wait, and everything else in my life could not wait. Eventually, he could not wait any longer. His heart stopped two hundred days after the last time I visited him. That forbidden room now is locked forever. It was my fault that he lost his language ability so fast. I should have spent more time with him, brought him back to the room and encouraged him to speak. He opened the forbidden room for me and brought me into a wider world of science. What had I done for him? "It's not your fault. You saved his life that day and remembered him forever." The voice of my roommate woke me up from my memory. I found that the tears on her face had dried, but I was now in a flood of tears myself. I stoked my prism gently. It has accompanied me since the age of four. To me, it is the key to the forbidden room, as well as a connection to my grandpa.
็ฑ้ๅณ่กจ
By Li Lin (Lin)
ไธๅธไธๅฎๅๆฌข็ธ่ฒๅนณๅก็ๅฅณไบบ๏ผ่ฆไธ็ถไปไธบไปไนๅ้ ไบ่ฟไนๅค่ฟๆ ท็ๅฅณไบบ๏ผโโๆ่ฏ
ไฟ็ท้ๅฅณๅฑๅบไธ็ฉท็ๆถไปฃ่ฏฑๅจ็ไบบไปฌๅปๅญตๅ่ฟๅค็ๅฎ็พไธปไน๏ผ็ปๅๅฐๆ็ฑ็ๆ ๆไฝ้ช
้ฝๅๅพ่ๆฑใ
้ฉๅฝ็ตๅฝฑใๆถ้ดใไปฅๅ ถ็ฌ็น็็ฌ่งฆ่ฏ ้ไบๆถไปฃ็ๅฐดๅฐฌใ็ไผผ็ทๅฅณ็ผไธญๆฐธๆ็่ฏ้ข๏ผ่ถ
็ๅฐๆๅไพฟ่ถๅซไบบๅๆ๏ผไปฅ่ณไบ็ตๅฝฑ็็ปๅฐพๅพ่ถ ้ชๅฐๅๅคๅฐ็ตๅฝฑๅผๅคด็็ป้ข๏ผ็ปๆไผผไนๆฏไธ
ไธชๅผๅง๏ผ่ฎฉไบบๅพๆ ็ถๅฐ็ซฏๅๅจ้ฃ้๏ผ็ป็ปๅๅณ้ฃไธชไธๆฏ็บฆๅฎไธญ็็ป็ป๏ผๅฅๅฅไธญๅ่ฏ่ง่ ็ๆฏ
ไธ็งๆฌ็็ๅๅฝใ
ๅฅณไธปไบบๅ ฌไธๅๆไธๅผ ๅๆปก้ๆฅ็่ธ๏ผๅฏ่ฝ็งฐไธๅพๆผไบฎ๏ผไฝ็ทไบบไธๅฎๅๆฌขๅพไธใๆบๅฎๅฐฑ
ๆฏ่ฟๆ ทไธไธช็ทไบบ๏ผไธคๅนดไบ๏ผๅญค็ดๅฐ่ขซ่ฟซ้ๆญไธๅ ถไปๅผๆง็่็ณป๏ผ้ขๅฏนๅไธไธชไบบ๏ผไธ็ฅๆฏๅฆๆ
่ฟๆฏไพ่ตใไธๅๅผๅงไธบ่ฟๆฎตๆๆ ่กจ็ฐๅบ่ซๅๅ ถๅฆ็็ฆ่ๅไธๅฎ๏ผๅชๆๆฏๆบๅฎไธไธชๅฏนๅผๆงไธ็ป
ๆ็็ผ็ฅ๏ผๅฅน้ฝๅฏไปฅๆญๆฏๅบ้ๅฐๅฏนๆญคๅคงๅ่พๆฐใ
ไธๅๆไธๅๅฝ็ปไธบๆบๅฎๅฏนๆๆ ็ๅๅฆ๏ผไธๅคฉๅฅนๅณๅฎไปฅๆดๅฎนๆฅๅฎฃๅ่ชๅทฑ็ไธ่พ่ๅซใ็ง
ๆไบๅพๆ็็ ง็๏ผๅฅน้่ฆ็ไป ไป ๆฏๅฆไธๅผ ่ธ๏ผไธๅผ ไปคๅฅนๆ่ฑๅฆๆ ็่ธ๏ผ้ซ็ด็้ผปๆข๏ผๆทฑ้ท็
ๅ็ธ๏ผ็ฆๅ็่ธๅปโฆโฆ่ฟไธๅๆฏๅฏน่บซไฝๅ่ค็ๅฝปๅบไพต่ฆไธ่ทต่ธใไธๅๅฐ่ฏไปฅ่ฟๆ ทไธ็งๅๆง็
ๆนๅผๆฅ้ๅกไธ็งๅฏนๅ็ฑ็ๆฐ้ฒๆ๏ผๅฅนๆๅธๆๅฎ็ฐ็ๆฏๆ ๆๅจไธคๅนดๅ ็ไฟ้ฒ๏ผ็ถ่ๅฅน้ ฟ้ ็ๅด
ๆฏๅ่ดจ็ๆจๅงใๅฅนไปฅไธไธชๅ จๆฐ็ๅฝข่ฑกๆๆ ๅฃฐๆฏๅฐๆฅๅฐๆบๅฎ็่บซ่พน๏ผไปไปฌๅ็ฑ๏ผไฝๆฏ่่กจไนไบฒ
่คๆต ๅไฟๅพไปคไธๅๅฟ็ฐๆๅทใๅฅนๅผๅงไบๆฐไธ่ฝฎๆญๆฏๅบ้็ๅฆๆจๅไธ๏ผไปฅไธ็ง็ซ็็ไธค้ข่ฟ้ผ๏ผ
ๅ ไนๅฐๆบๅฎ่ฝฆ่ฃใ
ไธๅๅ ๆปกไบๅฏนๅๅฅน็ๅฆๆ๏ผๅชๅฅฝๅธฆ็ๅๅ็้ขๅ ท่ฎฉๆบๅฎๅนก็ถ้ๆๅฐ่ฟๅบ็ซ็็้นๅง๏ผ
ๆบๅฎๅจ่ฟไน็ปๆบ็็ถๅตไธๆพๅฐไบไธๅ็ๆดๅฎนๅปๅธโฆโฆ
ๅฆๅๆถ็ฉบ็ๆขไฝ๏ผไธๅๅจๆถๆไธญ็ญๅพ ็ๆบๅฎไธๅผ ๆช็ถไธๅ็่ธ๏ผๆฏไธๅคฉๅฅน้ฝๅจไธๅผ ๅผ
้ขๅบไธญๆฃ็๏ผๅ ไธบๆบๅฎๅฏไปฅ้่ๅจไปปไฝไธๅผ ่ธ้ใๅฅน่ฏๅพๆกไฝๆฏไธไธชโๆบๅฎโ็ๆ๏ผๅป้ดๅฎ
ไปไปฌ็ๅคงๅฐๅๆกๆ๏ผ่ไธๆฏ้่ฟๆไธบไธ็ฎไบ็ถ็ๆนๅผใๆๅๅฅนๅ ไน่ฆๆๆๅฐ้ฃๅฟฝ็โๆบๅฎโ
ไบ๏ผไฝ้ฃไธชโๆบๅฎโๅด็ช็ถไธง็ไบ่ฝฆ่ฝฎไธ้ข็ฎๅ จ้ใๅฏๆฒ็ๆฏ๏ผๆญคๅป็ๅฅนๆณ้ดๅซ็ไป ไป ๆฏโๆบ
ๅฎโ้ฃๅผ ่ก่ๆจก็ณ็่ธใ
ๅง็่ฐขๅน็ ง็ๆฏๆๆต้็ไธ็ฌ๏ผไฝใๆถ้ดใๆๅๅดๆ้ๅๅฐไบๅผๅคด๏ผไธคไธชไธๅ่ฟ่กไบ
ๆถ็ฉบ็ไบคๆฑ๏ผๅ ถ่ๅ็้ไนๅ็็ป่งไผ่ชๅทฑๅปๅ่ฏปใ
ไธๅๅนๆค็ไธ็งๅๆงๅๆญ็็ฑ๏ผ่ฟ็ง็ฑๅจๆบๅฎ็ๆฅๆฏๆ ็ๅ้น็้ๆใๅฅน็ฑๅพ็ด็๏ผ
ไน็ฑๅพๅ ่ฝ๏ผๅพ้พ่ฏดๅฅน็ฑ่ชๅทฑๆดๅค่ฟๆฏ็ฑๆบๅฎๆดๅคใๅฅน็็ฑๅผ ็ๅฐๆณๆไธคไธชไบบๅไบไธบไธ๏ผๅซ
ไบบ้พไปฅๆๅใ่ฟ็ง็ฑๆๆ นๅ็ปๅบไบไธ็งๆ็ไนๆ๏ผๆ็ฑไธญๅฅณไบบๆถๅธธๅธฆๆ่ฟๆ ท็ๅฐๆ๏ผไปๅฐๅบ
ๅฏนๆๆฏๅฆๅๅฆ๏ผๅฆๆๆขไธไธชไบบไปไนๅฏไปฅ่ฟๆ ท็ฑ็ๅง๏ผๅฐฑ่ฑกๆ้ถๆฒณๆพ็ปๅฏน็ๅฐๆณขๅๅบ็็ฑ็
่ดจ็ไธๆ ท๏ผๅฅนๅ้๏ผโ็ฑไน่ฎธๅฐฑๆฏไธ็ง็ฅ็ง็ๅ้็ๅไฝ๏ผๅฎไผ่ฟๅปใไบบๅจๆๅ็ฅ็งๆ่ฟๅป
ๅ๏ผๅฐฑไผๅ็ฐไธไธชๅฎๅ จไธๅ็ไธ็๏ผไฝ ไปฅไธบ็ฅ็งๆไผๆฐธ่ฟ่ท็็ๅ๏ผๅฎไธๆฆ่ฟๅป๏ผ็ฑๅฐฑไผ็ป
็ป๏ผๆฏๅ๏ผๅคๅฏๆใโๅ ถๅฎ็ทไบบไนไธๅฎๆ่ฟๆ ท็ๅฐๆ๏ผๅชไธ่ฟ็ป่ฟ่ทๅฐ่็ๅฌๅๅ ไปๅฅณไบบๅฏ
้ฝฟ๏ผไบๆฏ็ทไบบๅฐฑๅชๆไฟๆๆฌ็ๅ่ด่ดฃ่งฃ็ญ็ไปฝๅฟไบใ
่็ญๆกโโใๆถ้ดใๅทฒ็ปๅ็ฐ็ปๆไปฌ๏ผๆฏไธไธชไบบๆ่ฎธๅฏไปฅ็ ด่ฏๅบไธๅ็็ๆฌใ
็ฑไธไธชไบบๅบ่ฏฅๅ ๆฌไปๆๅฅน็ๅ จ้จ๏ผไฝ ไธไธๅฎ่ฆ็ฑไธๅฅนไบ้ฃๅ้็ๅฟ็๏ผไฝๆฏไฝ ๅฏไปฅ็ฑ
ไธๅฅนๅฆๅ็ไนฆ็้กฝๅฅฝ๏ผไฝ ไธไธๅฎไผ็ฑไธไปๅน็ๆถ็็ฅๆฐๆดป็ฐ๏ผไฝๆฏไฝ ๅฏไปฅ็ฑไธไปไนไผๆๅจๆถ
็ๅคฉ็ๆจกๆ ทโฆโฆ็ฑๅฏไปฅ่ฟ็ช่ฏ ้๏ผไฝไธๅฎ่ฆๅกๆฑๅฎๆด๏ผ็็ไบ่งใๅ่ฟๅคดๆฅ่ฏด๏ผๅฆๆไฝ ็็ฑ
่่ฝไบไธ่ง้ๆ ๏ผ่็ๆ นไบๅช็ฑไธไธชไบบๅจไฟ็้ขๅฎน๏ผ้ฃไนไฝ ไธๅฎ่ฆๅญฆไผๆธ้ไธๅๅ๏ผๅ ไธบ้ฃ
ไธๆฏ็ๅ็๏ผๆ็็๏ผๅ่็็ฑใไธๅ ถๅฆๆญค๏ผไฝ ไธๅฆๅฏน่ชๅทฑ่ฏด๏ผๆ็ฑ็ๆฏ่ตซๆฌ็็ผ็๏ผ็ฝไผฏ
่จ็ๅคงๅดโฆโฆไฝ ็็ฑๆฏๅฏน็ไธๅน ็ป๏ผไธๅผ ๆตทๆฅ๏ผๆๆฏไธ็ๆผๅพ๏ผๅฎๆ็็พๅฆ็ๆๅพ๏ผไป ๆญค่
ๅทฒใ
็ฑๅฏไปฅๆฒ้๏ผไฝไธๅฎ่ฆๅฎๆด๏ผ็ฑๅฐไบบ็ฉ็ๅ ้ไธๆฌ็ใ็็ฑ่บซ่พน็ไบบ๏ผๅณไพฟไปไปฌๆฏๅบธ
ๅธธไน่ฒ๏ผไนๅญฆไผ็จ่ฟๆ ทไธ็งๆนๅผๅฏนไปไปฌ่ฏด๏ผไบฒ็ฑ็๏ผๆ็ฑไฝ ็ๅ จ้จ๏ผๅฐคๅ ถๆฏไฝ ็่ธ๏ผๅซๆๆฐธ
ไธๅๅฆ๏ผ
SMI, Can it be Overcome? by
Wenxu Xu
โWhy would you work with people that have severe mental illness (SMI)?โ Oftentimes I hear people comment on my commitment to underserved communities. Perceived as deviant demon by the society, all the residents are like every single normal human being we might run into at grocery store, library, school, work place, or any other settings. Media reports crime, drugs, and sex to be highly related to people with SMI but what remains uncovered goes underreported: trauma, childhood abandonment, and undesirable home & social environment. J is a young man admitted to a mental health facility because of his sex offense charge and mental illness. Socially isolated and awkward, J used to throw temper tantrums in groups and fight with residents on the Unit. Headache was his nickname. It is through comprehensive individualized treatment, including individual/group therapy, behavioral medicine, and social skill training, that he has gradually been motivated to come up with his personal goal: going back to the community. Three years of treatment witnesses great improvement on Jโs performance. Every time I get to the unit, J is always the first person to greet me, โhow you doing, doctor (Iโm not yet).โ For clients with SMI like J, simple tasks, like greetings, are often taken for granted by people without mental health issues but remain challenging. He also stopped initiating fights with residents; instead, he would seek help from staff when invited for fights. J, dressed neatly as always, volunteers to participate in the role-ยญโplays and even helped others in the Illness Management Group. There is one time that one group member went circumstantial in the group discussion and regressed into delusional thinking mode. I was leading the group while trying hard to figure out how to handle this sticky situation. J jumped in, โhey, we are talking about medication.โ The simple instruction and reminder redirected the resident to our discussion. I was glad to see J internalize my therapeutic styles and apply the skill to his daily life. He has developed a habit to monitor his moods and medication adherence in order to better manage his mental illness. He develops new coping mechanisms. There exists a myth that people with SMI will never get better, which is not true. They do. They might not completely get rid of SMI but they are capable of learning how to live with it. Even it means that it will take months or years. For J, it is 3 years. J was born into an alcoholic family with father being absent. He was an identified problem child both at school and at home. Repeatedly experienced physical and sexual abuse as a child, along with other sporadic traumatic and dramatic events, he ended up committing crimes and subsequently in the hospital. Is it genetic predispositions, traumatic events, or a combination of all the factors that
contributes to his crimes and hospitalizations? It is not uncommon for people like J to turn insane after that much trauma. Stories like Jโs abound in this facility. This is what my daily life looks like in a state facility. The stigma attached to Schizophrenia, Bipolar, and Schizoaffective disorders was portrayed in such a distorted manner that even professionals in mental health field stay away from these populations. I believe me sharing stories of working with SMI can help dispel the myth of SMI and encourage more health professionals to join the team.
Yes, Mom!
By Jie Gao
Giving me life and raising me up,
Teaching me how to speak, walk, and run,
Leading me to cultivate my hobbies,
Training me how to be a person,
Guiding me to overcome every difficulty,
You,
My perfect mom,
My life supporter.
Have you ever felt the smell of summer? To me, summer always conveys a special smell. I have wondered if it comes from the faint scent that willows diffuse, from the broiling summer sun, or from the lands of my hometown. On a struggling day to figure out its origin, I suddenly realized that it comes from my mom.
It is a summer season. People were in a hurry leaving office and backing home in the most fruitful time of a day, while two long figures were walking slowly ahead along a river where a small boat was completely covered by the red. Can you imagine what it would be when a tired buddy meets a sunset shower? Yes, a tired buddy. Going back to the time that I worked crazily for the college entrance exam, momโs support accompanied me to get through it smoothly. Every day after dinner, my mom always walked outside with me to enjoy the beautiful sunset. We look like apart from that busy world and harmoniously get along with the river scene on every summer evening. At this atmosphere, an extremely satisfying feeling was always around me. I know it is not only because of the sunset, but the person besides me โ my mom.
Recalling another summer in the elementary school, my mom rode an old female pinky bike taking me to catch up with an introductory Chinese writing class. Although I was not the person riding the bike, the big upload slope on the way scared me enough not to proceed. However, compared with the small kidโs fears, it seemed a piece of cake for my big mom, as she was always trying to ride heading up until exhausted. At first, I comfortably sat behind her on the back seat of that bike; but one day, I suddenly noticed shining sweat balls flashed out by the sunshine on my momโs necks, as well as her wet shirt in her back. I was shocked with rolling teardrops in my eyes, as the momโs back was a warm land I was always looking for whenever I was sick or felt unhappy. But on that day, the momโs back was all wet. โShe must be feeling cold!โ The kidโs thought. So, my head was unintentionally inclined to the momโs back โ it is hot
rather than cold or familiarly warm. When we reached the end of the upward slope, my mom turned back and said to me, โSeeโฆ we made it! You should also make it to a good writing class today!โ A wordless โyesโ has answered from my deep heart with sincerity.
The โyesโ has actually rooted in my mind since then;
Whenever being upset,
Whenever sensing depressed,
Whenever finding exhausted,
Whenever feeling lonely abroad,
Whenever meeting difficulty,
I say YES!
Limitation
by
Enzhan Song
I know Iโm probably worrying too much, like an old saying of the ancient China:
A guy from Qi who worried that the sky would fall. However, as a semi-scientist, this
question sometimes really bothers me: will the modern science meet its margin?
Humans are so eager to conquer ever limitation they met, but the nature, the universe
must set these barriers for a reason. Sure, you can say they are some sort of tests, and
we have to solve them to keep evolve. Well, Iโm not anti-scientific, Iโm just worrying
about maybe there is one day we lead ourselves to a wall that we can never get over it,
a super bottle-neck.
I am dealing with plant science, so let me give you a crop related example for
explanation of my concern:
Currently, nearly all the plant related researches are focusing on improving plants
stress tolerances or resistances. As our food resource, crops like soybeans and corns
are on the top lines of this list. The environmental problems caused by ourselves are
the motivation resource. After all, there is a big chance that the human population will
reach 10 billion soon. The same goal of most crop producers is: double their current
crop production in 50 years.
Thatโs a huge challenge! Probably the biggest one in human history. Our mother
planet is actually intentionally postponing this agenda. The exasperated nature
conditions caused abiotic stresses (abnormal temperatures, drought, flood) and biotic
(insects, disease, species invasion) stresses are our top enemies. Different form
animals like us, plants canโt move, which means they canโt hide. One of my favorite
plant physiological teachers always telling his students that the plants are sitting ducks
when the stresses happened. Instead of avoid the stress, they can only bear with it,
tolerate it. Thatโs why they need our help.
Tremendous efforts have been spent on improving the capability of plants to keep
normal growth under stresses. If you look at the financial details of Division of Plant
Science in MU, most of the money is spending on crop stress tolerances modification,
genetically or practically. And Iโm sure same things are happening in all the other
universities. Myself is actually working on improving the cold tolerances of certain
grass species right now.
Although we do achieve positive results all the time, but they are not enough. Iโm
always thinking, what if we went to the end of this road? You have to understand that
we canโt do this for ever, at least I donโt believe it. Things like growing crops in the
desert with 100% production rate (1 pound fertilizers give you 1 pound of bread) only
happens in the Sci-Fi movies!
So the ultimate question is: what if there is one day that we canโt make any
further progresses? What if we canโt make the plants any stronger but the environment
stresses are still getting worse? There must be a threshold of right? I know people are
also actively trying to alternate our planet, and I do believe science will finally allow
us to control the nature someday, but what if we met this bottle-neck many years
before we solve these environmental problems? Go to the Mars? Maybe?
In my mind, there is no way that the current human impact on earth will stop, or
even slow down. You people really should pray now, hope that people like me will
hold on there, as long as the stresses are still out there.
So what about other science areas? Well, you tell meโฆโฆโฆ
You see๏ผFish!
By
Tie Nie
Itโs excited, once I became obsessed with it, I couldnโt stop. It wanted to occupy
every moment doing it. What is it? Itโs fishing. Excitement of fishing comes from first moment of flying the line, itโs my challenge
issued to fish. I enjoy seeing it gliding off the reel dazzling, hearing the crisp sound as it slices through the air, feeling the achievement of accurate casting and great distance. Expectation and confidence of catching fish overflowed quickly from bottom of my heart since I lift my rod, move my body, and wave it laterally. Heart beats rapidly, blood flow accelerates, even with face flushing. All of these stems from my irresistible impulse, catching a big one from the water ahead of me.
More excitement origins from the amazing sensitivity, whether itโs from the nudge of fishes or block of rock and weed which lures and baits pass. Every touch and movement, when I pull back slowly and patiently lures and baits, will trigger my nerves, pushing me making the instant decision of retrieving rapidly or still waiting for further signals. Itโs the moment of wits battle, combined with sentiment, skill, experience and even insight. Keep calm and also react in time is a mature fishermanโs performance even my expectation is getting stronger and stronger.
The highest moment is definitely the instant when I realize that get a real thing. Line is going to be tightly, rod is curving, the most beautify scene each fisher would like to see and enjoy. Rod and line are kind of losing my control๏ผI can easily feel the power of escaping, which derives from desire of survival. The water splash caused by fishโs struggling, just like the spark to cheer my winning, accompanying with water vapor blowing and a bit of fishlike smell, I do my best pulling the fish to the shore. Excitement of achievement will ooze out from the joyful expression, focused eyesight, tight arm and even canโt help jubilance: โI get it!โ Excitement also lies in the joyful compete experience with my fisheries friends. Fishing together, just like a contest with each other: who is the best fisher, who gets the first one, and who gets the biggest? Manifesting my skill, achievement, and happiness to friends occupies every moment, and to be the number one guy is the impetus pushing me exerting the best ability to show the best charm. Of course, take the fishing license each time, or I will also be โexcitedโ caught by the fishing policeman without it.
Being a NURSE
by
Sirinat Sriumporn
Being a nurse, I havenโt thought to itโs before. Some people might describe nursing as the
worst job on the earth. I also thought that nurse hold horrible duties such as demanding patients,
demanding family members, shortage of staff, working hard all day and night, and no flexibility
in vacation time. These are the situations that I havenโt dreamed to be. I have always dreamed of
a career which I would truly enjoy for my life. Finally, after graduating from high school, I had
no doubt I would get where I was going and what I wanted to be. Surely, I was immediately
going to the nursing school and I wanted to be a NURSE because being a nurse for helping my
family and patients would be my two main goals.
Taking care of my parents, I remember when I was 13 years old, the first time I saw my
dad getting migraine attacked. He was getting headache all day long and finding a dark, quit
place to lie down that was I call migraine attacks. After that it happened at least once a month.
My father would get migraines once in a while. When he did he was like a hibernating bear! He
would close himself in his bedroom with all the lights off and the blinds drawn, and sometimes I
and my mother could hear his in there groaning. If my mom and I would talk, even in low
voices, outside his bedroom door he would yell "Shut up!" I know that my dad has had to go to
the emergency room for his migraines too. My dad usually tells me that when he was young no
one paid attention to his headaches. He was forced to deal with his headaches using only home
remedies and traditional Thai medications.
I have seen my dad wearing sunglasses almost everywhere. He said to me that โI trust
you as a nurse who tells me that bright light would be a trigger for a migraine headacheโ. I also
restricted my dad to local driving so that his familiarity with the roads would allow him to pull
over if his vision might change. I am really proud of myself when my dad told me that he began
to recognize certain precursors such as yawning, mood changes and a sensation in his face and
head that told him a migraine would be coming. He said to me โI know that because I trust you
as a nurseโ.
Helping patients get better. Working in the hospital makes me happy. I love to see my
patients getting better from their diseases. Like everyone else I have felt pain and suffered from
illness before. I remember once on a patient bed in the hospital I was in pain and getting
sickness. The best thing was a nurse being with me at night. She held my hand and assured me
that everything is going to be ok. On my duty as a nurse, I want patients to feel secure around me
and know that I will be there for them when they get distress and anxiety. Even though I have
made somebody's life a little better and a little easier, this is why I want to be a nurse. Helping
people is a genuine gift that comes from the heart.
Being a nurse does not the worst. I have been in practice for over a decade in a general
hospital in my country, Thailand. I am pretty sure that I love to be a NURSE because I love to
help people and always try to make people feel better. Now I can see myself taking care of my
family and my patients for as long as I am able.
ๆตชไธๅฎ
by
Chen Chen
ๅจไธ็่ฟท้พ็ผญ็ป็็ฅ็งไธๆ้ๆไธ็ๅๅฝข็ๆๅฃ๏ผ้ฃ้ๆไธคไธชๅพๅฐ็ๅฝๅฎถใ
้ฃ้็ไบบไปฌไธ็ฅ้่ชๅทฑไปไฝๅค่ๆฅ๏ผไปฟไฝๆฏไธๅคฉๅฏนไปไปฌ็ๅฎๆๅๅ้ ๏ผ่ฎฉไปไปฌ
ๅญค็ฌ็ๅๅจ่ฟ็ๅๅฐไธใ่ฟไบๅฏๆ็ไบบไปฌไปๆช็ฆปๅผ่ฟ่ฟ็่ๅไนๅฐ๏ผๅ ไธบ่ฟ้
ๅชๆไธๆๆ ๅฐฝ่ตฐไน่ตฐไธๅฎ็ๆๆจใ่ฟไธคไธช็ๅฝ๏ผไธไธชๆฏๆตชๅฝ๏ผไธไธชๆฏๅฎ ๅฝ๏ผๅฎ
ไปฌๅ่ชๅ ้ข็่ฟๅๅๅฝขๅบๅ็ไธคไธชๅๅ๏ผไธญ้ด่ขซไธๆกๅฐๅฑฑ่ๅ้ๅผๆฅใ
ๆตชๅฝๅๅฎ ๅฝๆฐๅนดๆฅไธ็ด่ฟ็ไบไธๅพๆฅ็็ๆดปใๅ ถๅฎๅฎไปฌไธๅพๆฅไนๆฏๆ้็
็ใๆตชๅฝ็ๅฝ็ๅซๅ ไธๅฟ๏ผไป็่ฃๆฐไปฌๅฐฑๅไป็ๅๅญไธๆ ท้ชๅๅๆใไธๅๅฎ ๅฝ
ไบบ้ฃๆ ท้ฟ็็ปๅฐ็่่ข๏ผๆตชๅฝไบบ็่่ขๅฎฝๅฎฝๅคงๅคง็ใไปไปฌๆฏไธ็พคๅๆฌข้ช้ฉฌๅๅฐ
ๅป็ไบบๅฟ๏ผๅๆฌขๆต ๅบๆต ๅ ฅไธๆ็ๆๅจ็ฉ๏ผ็ญ่กทไบ็จ็ณๅคดๅๆ็ๅๅผๆญฆๅจๆปๅปๅฎ
ไปฌใ่ฟไบๆตชๅฝไบบ็ฝๅคฉ้ช้ฉฌๆฏ่ต๏ผๆไธๆดๅคๅ้ ็ๆฌขใๅฏๆฏๅๆถไปไปฌไนๆฏ่ๅฐๆฏ
ๅผฑ็ไบบ๏ผๅฎณๆ้ชๆถ๏ผๆๅคๆฃฎไธฅใ
ไธคๅฝๅฐฑ่ฟๆ ทๅๅนณ็ธๅคไบๆฐ็พๅนด๏ผ็ดๅฐไธไธชๆ้ป้ฃ้ซ็ๆไธใไธไธช้้ ็ๆตช
ๅฝไบบ๏ผ่ตฐๅฐไธคๅฝ็ธไบค็้ฃๅบงๅฐๅฑฑไธ๏ผๅฐฑๅไนๆฒกๆๅๆฅไบใไบๆฏๆตชๅฝไบบๆฐๆฒธ่ พไบ๏ผ
ไปไปฌ่ฎคๅฎ่ฟๅฟ ็ถๆฏๅฎ ๅฝไบบๆไธบ๏ผไปไปฌ็่ฃๆฐ่ขซๆๅฎณไบใๅฝ็ๅฎฃๅธ๏ผๅ จๅฝๅณๅป่ฟ
ๅ ฅ็ดงๆฅๅคๆ็ถๆใไปๅฌ้ไบไธไธๅ ตๅฐๅนถๅฏนไปไปฌ่ฏด: โๆ็ๅฃซๅ ตไปฌๅ๏ผๅคงๅฎถ้ฝ่ง
ๅฐไบ๏ผๅฎ ๅฝๆ็ๆฏๆถ้ญใๆไปฌไปไธๆพไธไปไปฌๆ่ฟไปปไฝๆฅๅพ๏ผๅฏไปไปฌๅดๆๆญปไบๆ
ไปฌ็ๅ ๅผ๏ผๆไปฌไธๅฎ่ฆๅคไป๏ผๅฐๅฎ ๅฝไบบๅ จ้จๆๅ ๏ผโๅฝ็ไธๅผ็พๅบ๏ผไผๅฐๅฃซ้ฝ
ๅฃฐๅซ้๏ผโๆๆๆฅไป๏ผ๏ผโๅฝ็ๅ่ฏด้๏ผโๅฏๆไปฌไธ็ฅ้ๅฎ ๅฝไบบๆฏๆๆ ท็ไบบใไน
่ฎธไปไปฌๆๅพๅผบๅคง็ๆญฆๅจ๏ผไน่ฎธไปไปฌๆ้ๆฏๅฏปๅธธ็ๅ้ใๆไปฅ๏ผ้ฆๅ ๆไปฌ่ฆๅผๆธ
ๆฅไปไปฌ็ๆ ๅต๏ผๅฆๆ่ฝๅฐไปไปฌๅ จ้จๆถ็ญ๏ผ้ฃไนไปฅๅๅฐฑๅไนๆฒกๆ็พ่พฑ๏ผๆไปฌไน่ฝ
็ปๆฒปๆดไธชๅฐๅบ๏ผโไผไบบๆฌขๅผใ
ไปๆญคๆตชๅฝๅผๅงไบไธฅๆ ผ็ๅไบ่ฎญ็ป๏ผไปไปฌ็งฃ้ฉฌๅๅ ตๅฐ่ฟๅๅนดใ่ฟไบๅนด๏ผๆตชๅฝ
็ๅ้ไปไธไธๅๅฑๅฐไบๅไธ๏ผๅ ถไธญไนๆถ็ฐไบ่ฎธๅคไผ็งๅๆข็ๅฃซๅ ตใๆไธๅๅฃซๅ ต
ๅซๅๅฐ็ฎ๏ผๆฏๅฝ็ๅๅ กไธญ็ไพๅซใไปไธไป ้ฟ็ธ่ฑไฟ๏ผ่ไธๆ ้ฟ้ช้ฉฌๅฐๅปใไป่บซ
ไฝๅผบๅฃฎ๏ผ่ไธๅนณๆถ่ฎญ็ปๅป่ฆ่ฎค็ใ
ๆไธๅคฉ๏ผไธๅๆตชๅฝ็ๅฃซๅ ตๅจไธคๅฝ็ธไบค็ๅฐๅฑฑไธๅทก้ปๆถ๏ผๅ็ฐไบไธไธชๅฐ่่ข
็ๅฅณไบบใไป็ซๅปๅฐๆญคไบบๆไฝๅนถๆญ้ๅฐๅฝ็็ๅๅ กใๅฝ็ๅฝ็ๅๅ กไธญไผไบบ็้ขๅฎก
้ฎๅฅน๏ผโไฝ ๆฏ่ฐ๏ผไปๅช้ๆฅ๏ผโไผๅคๅคง่่ข็ๆตชๅฝไบบ้ฝไธไธๆ้็่ฟไธชๅฐ่่ข
็ๆช็ฉใ โๆ๏ผๆๅฐฑๅซๅไปใๆๆฅ่ชๅฎ ๅฝใๆๆฏๅฎ ๅฝ็ๅ ฌใใไธปใโ็พไธฝ็ๅ ฌ
ไธปไธ่พนๆๆ็ๅ็ญ๏ผไธ่พน็ฏ่ง็ๅจๅด่ฟ็พคๅคง่่ข็ไบบใๅฝ็ๅ้ฎ้๏ผโ้ฃใใใ
ไฝ ็ฉถ็ซๆฅ่ฟ้ๅไปไน๏ผโโๆฌ็ฑ็ๅฝ็้ไธ๏ผๆไปฌๅฎ ๅฝไบบไธๅๆทฑๅฑ ็ฎๅบ๏ผไปไธ
็ฅ้ๅฑฑ็้ฃไธ่พนๆฏไปไนใๆๅพๆณ็ฅ้๏ผๆไปฅๅฐฑๅๆงๅฐ่ฟๆฅไบใใใโ่ฏ้ณๆช่ฝ๏ผ
ๅฝ็ๅฐฑไธไปคๅฐๅไป่ฝฏ็ฆไบๅๅ กไนไธญ๏ผๅนถ่ฏด๏ผโๅ๏ผ่ฟ็ๆฏไธๅคฉ่ตไบๆ็็ปๅฆๆบ
ไผๅ๏ผไธไป ็ปๆ้ๆฅไธไธชๅฎ ๅฝไบบ๏ผ่ไธๅฅน่ฟๆฏไธไธชๅ ฌไธป!ๅๅ๏ผๆ่ฆๅฐๅฅน็ฝฎไบๅ
ๅ กไธญ๏ผ้่ฟ่งๅฏๅฅนๆๅฐฑๅฏไปฅ็ฅ้้ฃไบๅฎ ๅฝไบบ้ฝๆฏไบไปไนไบบไบ๏ผ็ฅๅทฑ็ฅๅฝผ๏ผ็พๆ
ไธๆฎๅ๏ผ่ไธ่ฟๅฏไปฅๅฐๅฅนไฝไบบ่ดจใ็ๆฏไธไธพไธคๅพๅ๏ผโๅไปไธๅฌๅฐๆญค่ฏๅฐฑๆ่ง
ๅคงไบไธๅฆใๅฅนไธไธๆฒกๆๆณๅฐ่ชๅทฑไธๆฌก่ฝป็็ๅฐ่ฏ็ซๆๆฅๅฆๆญค็ฅธไนฑใ
ๅฐฑ่ฟๆ ท๏ผๅ ฌไธป่ขซๅ ณๆผๅจๆตชๅฝๅๅ ก็ๅฐ็ข้ใๅฅนๅฐๅฟ่งๅฏ็่ฟๅบง้ดๆ็ๅๅ กๅนถ
็งฏๆๅฏปๆพ้่ท็ๆบไผใๅฏๆฏ๏ผ่ฟๅช้ๆฏไธๅบงๅๅ กใๆๅ ถ็ฎ้๏ผๅชๆไธไบๆฒ็ณ็ดฏ
็งฏๅๆๅพๅขๅฃใๅๅ ก้ๆขๆ ่ฑชๅ็่ฃ ้ฅฐไนๆ ไปปไฝไฟๆ่ฎพๆฝ๏ผ่ฟๅช้ๅๆฏ้ซ่ดต็
ๅฝ็ๅฑ ไฝ็ๅฐๆนใๅฅนๅ็ฐๅฐไบๆไธ๏ผๆตชๅฝๅฐฑๆฒกๆไบ็ งๆ็ๆกไปถ๏ผไธๅ้ฝๆฏ้ ็ซ
ๆใไบๆฏๅฅนๅณๅฎ่ถ็ๆไธๆธ้ป้ๅๅฎ ๅฝใ
ๅฐฑ่ฟๆ ท๏ผๅจ่ขซๆตชๅฝๅ็ฆ 40 ๅคฉไนๅ๏ผ็ป่ฟๆทฑๆ็่๏ผๅ ฌไธป็ฒพๅฟ็ญๅไบไธๆฌก้
่ท่ฎกๅใๅๆจ็ๆถๅ๏ผๆ็ งไบๅ ่ฎกๅๅฅฝ็่ทฏ็บฟ๏ผๅฅนๅจ้ปๆไธญ่บฒ่ฟไบไพๅซ็ๅทกๆฅใ
ๅฏๆฏ็ผ็ๅฐฑ่ฆ้็ฆปๅๅ ก็ๆถๅ๏ผๅฅนๅด่ขซ่ชๅทฑ็ไธๆน้ปๅฝฑ็ปๅบๅไบใๅชๅฌๅพไธๅฃฐ
โ่ฐ๏ผ็ซไฝ๏ผโๅฏๆ็ๅไป่ขซไพๅซๅ็ฐไบใ่ฟไธชไพๅซๆญฃๆฏๅฐ็ฎ๏ผไปๅฏนๅ ฌไธป่ฏด๏ผ
โๆช็ฉ๏ผไฝ ไผๆณ้๏ผโๅ ฌไธป็ๅคงๅๅ ๅญไธ่ฌ็็ผ็่ฏด๏ผโไธ๏ผๆไธๆฏๆช็ฉ๏ผไฝ ๅฏ
ไปฅ่ฝฏ็ฆๆ๏ผไฝๆฏไธ่ฝ่ฟๆ ทไพฎ่พฑๆไปฌๅฎ ๅฝ๏ผๆไปฌไธๆฏไฝ ๆณ่ฑก้ฃๆ ท็๏ผโ็็ๅ ฌไธป
้ฃ็พไธฝๅๆฅๆฅๅฏๆ็ๆ ทๅญ๏ผๅฐ็ฎๅฟ็็ฑๆ๏ผ่ฏญๆฐ้กฟๆถ่ฝฏไบไธๆฅ๏ผไฝๆฏๅดๅๆ ไฝ
ๅผบ็กฌๅฐ่ฏด๏ผโ้ฃ๏ผไฝ ไปฌๆฏไปไนๆ ท็๏ผไฝ ไปฌๅฆๆญค็ฅ็ง่ฏกๅผ๏ผ่ฟๆๅฎณไบๆไปฌ็ไธไธช
ๅ ๅผใโโไธ๏ผ ไธ๏ผ ไธ๏ผๆไปฌ้ฝๅชๆฏ็ฎๅ็ไบบใๆไปฌๅชไธ่ฟๆฏๅฎไบ่ชๅทฑ็็ๆดป
่ๅทฒใ่ไฝ่ฏปไนฆไธๆฃ๏ผ่ฟๅฐฑๆฏๆไปฌๅ จ้จ็็ๆดปใไธๅไฝ ไปฌๅช็ฅ้ๆๆฎๅๆปๅปใโ
็ผไบไธๅฃๆฐ๏ผๅ ฌไธป็ปง็ปญๅ้ฉณ้๏ผโไฝ ไปฌไธๅถ้็ฎ๏ผๆ นๆฌๅฐฑไธ็ฅ้ๆไปฌๆฏๅฆไฝๅ
ๅใๆไปฌไนไปๆชๆ่ฟไปปไฝๆตชๅฝไบบใไป ไป ๅจๅๅนดๅ่ง่ฟไธไธช้้ ็ๅคง่่ข่บบๅจๆ
ไปฌ็ๅฑฑ่ไธใใใโ็ดๅฐๆญคๆถๅฐ็ฎๆๆ่ฏๅฐ๏ผๆตชๅฝไบบไธ็ด้ฝๅฏนๅฎ ๅฝไบบๆๅคชๅค็่ฏฏ
ไผใ่ฟ่ฎฉๅฐ็ฎ้ทๅ ฅไบ็็พไนไธญใ
็ฌฌไบๅคฉ๏ผๅฐ็ฎๅฐๅ ฌไธป็่ฏ่ฝฌๅ็ปๅฝ็ใๅฏๅฝ็ๅฏนๆญคๅดไธไปฅไธบ็ถๅนถ่ฎญๆฅ้:
โไธ่ฆ่ฝปไฟกๆญคไบบ็่ฏ๏ผๅฎ ๅฝไบบ้ฝๆฏๆถ้ญ๏ผๆไปฌไธๅฎ่ฆ็ปๆฒปๅฎ ๅฝ๏ผโ่ฟ่ฎฉๅฐ็ฎๅพ
็็พ๏ผไป่ฎค่ฏๅฐๅฝ็ๅๅไปไปฅๅๅฎ ๅฝไน้ดๆ็ๆ ๆณ้ฟๅ ็ๅฒ็ชใไปๅฟ ้กป่ฆไฝๅบ
้ๆฉไบใๅบไบๅฏนๅ ฌไธป็ๅฅฝๆๅไฟกไปป๏ผไปๅณๅฎๅธฆ็ๅ ฌไธป็ฆปๅผๆตชๅฝใๅ ไธบไปไธๆณๅฟ
ไบๆตชๅฝ๏ผๅชๆณๅฟ ไบๆญฃไนใ
ๅฐฑ่ฟๆ ทๅจๅฐ็ฎ็ๅธฎๅฉไธ๏ผๅไป็ปไบ็ฆปๅผไบๆตชๅฝใใใ
่ณไบๅฐ็ฎๅๅไปๆฏๆๆ ท้็ฆปๆตชๅฝไปฅๅไปไปฌ้็ฆปๆตชๅฝไปฅๅ็็ๆดป๏ผ้ฃๅๆฏๅฆๅค
็ๆ ไบไบใ
Awake
By
Enzhan Song
โHave you purchased the Next-ยญโLife (Nefe)? If you havenโt, now itโs the time.โ I looked at the sexy
office lady floating through me while handing out some beautiful flyers. Her voice was too attractive to
be any sound from a real human being and makes your heart itchy. Itโs a realistic 3D image, but with the
new nano tech; it was touchable. Thatโs why those image flyers let you feel just like real ones in your
hand. โYep, like I have the money.โ Nefe was the so-ยญโcalled human body enhancing nano materials which
can be used at any place of your body, to substitute your original, real organisms. Itโs quite like a
combination of cosmetic and transplant surgery. You can image how much money such a surgery can
cause you and how ridiculous to advertise on people like me.
I speeded up and tried to get rid of it but, as usual, just followed my pace all the way back to my
apartment. Maybe โnestโ is more proper for such a crowd dorm. I was sick of every time I have to wait
for more than 10 minutes in the transportator before I can finally stepped into my home. People were
stinking after working in the plant all day. Although the population had dropped dramatically after the
war, there were still too many damn people. The company established hundreds of these similar
apartment buildings in each City. They were so tall that the top floors are merged into the clouds, and
citizens who lived on the upper areas needed to take an aircraft shuttle every time. To save solar energy,
the company used special absorbfacient materials on the surface of all buildings. Itโs in pure black color
which made the buildings looked like numerous coffins standing in the City. Well, it was very cool in side
of them, felt just like a tomb.
My name is Steve, one of the millions of โnano-ยญโmanโ worked in the City, producing nano
products for the company like a dog every day. I hated the City, like everyone else did, but I hated it
especially because only dull people belong here. โI do not deserve such kind of a life!โ I always tell
myself, โI have to gain the tickets for me and my familyโ. My wife and a son, I swore to them I will take
them to the โXanaduโ. So we can have the real life there like those rich bastards. Thatโs the only thing
supported me all these years.
However, I was happy that day, because after it, everything will be differentโฆ
It was NY 131; 131 years after nano-ยญโtech provided the opportunity of infinity life to human
beings. The fourth global industry revolution happened 131 years ago. It brought a geometric
development in all the well known human science areas. Biology and Robotology were the two major
techniques which extraordinary changed the world. Human body can be modified genetically now, and
immortal is not just a mystery any more. The only problem is mental disorder diseases caused by nano-ยญโ
malfunction. However, according to their advertisements, this is fixable, just โChanging your batteryโ, of
cause, as long as you have the money.
So far, the business had been monopolized by one company, the great โPopeโ. They won the
world war III 100 years ago and since then, they initiated this โPlanetโ project to repair the almost
destroyed earth. They kept the oceans and core zone of the earth in original way, and transferred all the
other parts into, they call it โShieldโ which is actually a super nano-ยญโmaterial with self-ยญโevolution
mechanisms. Just imaging an earth size complex of uncountable nano-ยญโrobots.
They claimed that this material will modify the world at the molecular level and create better
environments for human and all the other living organisms on this planet. โNo more threatens from any
kinds of human activities to our mother planet!โ Theoretically, you will feel nothing different in the new
world except clearer sky, fresher water and more beautiful wild animals. The obstruction from basic
living requirements like food and water which have been limiting human potentials since the day of our
existence was history now. Unlimited nature resources can be achieved from the recycling system.
Countries did not really exist anymore. Instead, there were puppet governments in each City.
Each City was a huge industry base where poor people like me were gathered together and work for the
company. Pope was actually taking care of the citizens of the whole planet. The company routinely sent
special agents to each City for politics; we call these monsters the โinvestigatorโ. They acclaimed they
were neutral and will not interfere each Cityโs autonomy, but I personally watched one of the
investigators doomed a whole resistant force in just an hour in a military exercise, and we always made
fun of how our president acts like a waitress and serves the investigators coffee.
The company was extremely restricted on the product information, which really confused me. It
obviously was somewhat luxury toys to please people living outside the City, in the โXanaduโ, and people
like me will never be able to afford them. Anyone who appeared to have any suspicious activities related
to the product information will be abolished from the โopportunityโ unexceptionally.
Personally, I think the only reason the company still use human labors is because this is a perfect
way to keep people under control. In this way, you will be given a life, a life under surveillance. One
thing tricky here is that Pope provides everybody an opportunity to jump out of the crap and have a
decent life out there, in the โXanaduโ. Itโs like taking a scholarship, once you earned enough credits, they
will offer your family all the financial support to live and have education outside. You could choose
anything you interested in. No one had ever returned after they were freed. Obviously the education is
good, good enough to keep you rich and stay out there!
On the other hand, there was no way you can sneak out of the City because the company
installed a security system on the border. We call it the โCycleโ. It was constructed by the newest nano-ยญโ
materials which can generate a unique energy space. For a short explanation, you will either get lost in it
and never come out, or you will think you โpassed itโ but come back to exactly where you started.
Without choices, people worked their ass off trying to earn this opportunity to have a real life in the
โXanaduโ. No one was daring to show any interests on what we are actually doing here. Except those
god damned rebels.
Oh the rebels! I wish I never met John in the bar that night. He was drunk and involved into a
group fight. Clearly he pissed off the whole bar and wonโt be able to walk out of there in one piece. I
was also drunk that night, the first time of my life. I asked Natalie to marry me earlier that day, and she
agreed. As a result, I helped him to slip out. I canโt lie that Iโm not regret about it now, but at that time,
he became my best friend. I found out his really identity several year ago. I was so angry, well, more
afraid, and almost gave up this friendship, but how could I? He saved my life in the explosion accident,
and lost both of his arms. Although he got a new pair right in the next day, it must cost him or the rebel
force a fortune.
We contacted much less frequent after that but I still treated him as my best friend and had a
drink with him occasionally. John treated in the same way, which I really donโt quite understand at that
time. Obviously, I will not join the rebels in any kinds of circumstances, just looking at what they had
done. Every time they started a fight with the cops, people were die, facilities were destroyed, and we
had to go back clean up the mess they made.
Although now, everything is much clearerโฆ
Anyway, any man who was under the same situation as I did would not care about anything
anymore, because that day, I had finally accumulated enough credits to buy my family the tickets to
โXanaduโ.
Depending on the efficiency of you work, you can accumulate your credits faster or slower than
others, and I had been breaking the records since I turned into an adult when I was 16 and started my
work. You will find my name on the top of the achievement list in the monthly report every time. My
nick name among my coworkers was Mr. Millionaire. This meant that I just broke the record of the
youngest nano-ยญโman who reached 1,000,000 points which is the exact number I need to start my new
life.
โTonight I will have the final drink with John then say good bye to my only and the best friend.โ I
tried to persuade him come together because this guy is good, not as good as me, but damn he should
had accumulated enough credit a long time ago! His identity and honor of the duty just did not allow
him to do so. He even once tried to pull me down, and finally gave up when I threatened him with our
friendship. โPoor John!โ I sighed. We hadnโt talked for months. He must be pissed off about my leaving.
I changed up and told my wife I will be back late, then stepped out my room and walked all the
way to an underground bar where John and I usually met. The light was dark as usual, and everybody
was caring about their own business. Itโs quite, and occasionally a burst of laugh came out. I waited at
the corner table where John preferred. Unlike usual, this time I ordered a beer, I usually donโt touch any
alcohols because they make me really uncomfortable. Man! You will get dizzy, nauseous, headache, and
even diarrhea. I still don't understand why people like it so much. But that night was different, I wanted
to get high, I was eager to celebrate. Hey! I even thought about to feel the hangover!
I was in such a good mood that I even flirted with the waitress and tipped her a fortune.
โMan! What makes him so slow?โ Iโd already finished my second beer and still waiting. โAnything
goes wrong with him?โ I heard about there was a severe gun fight near the factory today. Several rebels
got executed right on the street and it wasnโt any better on the police side. However, I was not worried,
and I couldnโt tell why. I just believed in Johnโs capability to survive even under the most crisis situations.
He is like a hard dog! He showed me how amazing he is in the accident when he saved me. It reminds
me an interesting superhero comic book I found I my grandpaโs relics when I was 6 years old, something
related to a bat I think.
โAnyway, I need to release some load now.โ I was still not use to alcohol beverages, and the beer
made me feel wired. I stood up and walked toward their super narrow bathroom where only two people
can fit in.
I nearly hit this guy as he rushes towards me.
โWatch out!โ I said.
โExcuse me sir. I am sorry if I brought you any trouble and make you feel unhappy.โ He replied,
with this pale and magnetic voice. It felt like someone was scratching my scalp, and he was trying to
speak more but I stopped him immediately and ran into the bathroom. โDamn those stupid beers!โ
You have to admit that it is kind of a comfortable experience in the toilet when you have some
stomach issue, and I think you will understand how shock I was when the face of John appeared from
the back of the toilet door. Well, at least I finally found out how they communicated with each other.
โWhat the hell?!โ I nearly screamed out.
โShut up! And Listen to me Steve!โ He said. โFrom now on do exactly what I told you to do! If you
still want to live.โ
โWhat? Why? Hey! Stop!โ Before I figure out whatโs going on, the whole toilet seats caved in and
draw me down. At the mean time, a huge explosion totally destroyed the bar. It was so close that the
sound wave nearly put me into comma. My head was dizzy, everything was in pitch black, and I could
barely stand with my legs.
โWhatโs going on there? Are you still alive?โ Johnโs voice was striking my nerves.
โStop shouting at me, it hurts. Wait, am I dead? Where are you? Why I can hear youโ
โNo! Steve, you are still alive. No time to explain. Now, get up! And run.โ
I shake my head, tried to regain my sanity. My eyes had used to the black, then I found myself in
the sewer now, and something was digging the ground right upon my head. Itโs so powerful that even
the wall was shaking.
โWhat is that?โ
โThatโs the investigator!โ Johnโs voice came out again. โWho, is coming for you!โ
โWhy? Hey! Where are you, seriously!โ
โJust run now, follow my lead, I will explain on the roadโ
No more choice, I started running in the stinking drain system without even know where I was
heading to.
โWe put something in your beer. A locator. So I can speak to you and find your location. Now go
straight into the pipeโ
โWhat? Wait. There is a big hole by the end of the pipe. Where should I go?โ
โJust jumpโ
โJump? No way I will jump into it. Who knows whatโs down there. Maybe this is a shit hole.โ
โItโs not! Just jump!โ
โNo. I will not move any further before you tell me whatโs really going on. Why the investigator
is chasing me? What they want from me.โ
โThere is no time for that! For now I can only tell you that the investigator will treat you like a
rebel. So if you donโt jump, you will die! I will give you a comprehensive report after we meet OK? Now
jump!โ
I still hesitated. โWhy the company thinks Iโm a rebel?โ There must be some misunderstanding. โI
can explain this to them. I didnโt help the rebels, or help John anything before, even a penny. They will
clear my innocence.โ I thought.
โNo, I will surrender myself to them, and explain to them that Iโm not a rebel, and I didnโt help
you with anything. Itโs all your fault John! Iโm sorry but I will give you out! For my family!โ
โNo, no, no! Steve, you have to believe me.โ He sounded a little bit desperate now.
โYou are our only hope!โ
โWhat?โ I tried to ask more but the investigator had found me.
He directly came out from the wall like slicing a cheese. There was even no dust on his head.
He was the guy I met in the bar, who had the terrific voice.
โMr. Song. Please stop running. Iโm sorry if I hurt you or scared you. Donโt worry, we know that
you are not a rebel. We just want to talk to you.โ
โSee! John, they just want to get information from me about you and your stupid rebels!โ
โIโm not going to explain myself anymore Steve, you will see. Now, donโt, move!โ
I was going to mock him, but what happened next nearly freaked my eye balls out.
Without any awareness, the investigator had approached to only several feet from me. His hand
had transformed into a scalpel-ยญโlike weapon pointing right on my lower abdomen. But what wired was
that he stopped! Actually, he froze there, itโs like a transparent rope was tying him and he just couldnโt
get rid of it.
I was so scared and jumped back several yards to keep some distance from him.
A laugh busted out in my head, it was John. โSee! I told you. It will treat you just like a rebel.โ
โThatโs bullshit, if he wants to kill me he had done it for millions of times. I must have something
they want! And I know that they wonโt kill me!โ
โThey want you! You dumbass! Stop being self-ยญโrighteous. Sure! It wonโt kill you, but we just
saved you from been open up directly. Remember the thing we put in your beer? Itโs not only a locator
but a nano-ยญโbomb as well. It works like an EMP bomb which will disarm anything made with nano-ยญโtech
nearby. It was intrigued by the investigator when he approached in. And he knows it and thatโs why he
is trying to open you up and destroy it.โ
โOK, you are making this even more ridiculous now. What do you mean they want me?โ
โBecause we need you! The human beings need you! They must hacked in our communication
system or somehow. The good thing is they still donโt know why we chose you. Now just jump please!
The effect of the bomb won't last long.โ
He was right. It seemed that the investigator was re-ยญโbooting himself. And somehow, he began to
move his body now, slowly, but moving!
โFor god sake! Alright! I will jump, but you must promise me that you will explain everything.โ
โSure! I will explain to you while you are swimming.โ
โWait! Swimming? Ohโฆโฆ..โI had jumped out of the pipe and the hole is shallower than I thought
but by the end, it was a underground drainage river. โWarn me before I jump you xxx. I hate water, and
Iโm suck at swimming.โ I shouted at John.
โI told them we should send someone to pick you up. However, the bomb inside of your body is
too strong that none of us can get close to you.โ
โHow is that happened? Donโt tell me that all you rebels are nano-ยญโrepaired?โ
โWe fight a lot you know. And thatโs the real problem we got here. Now, Iโm going to explain
everything to you, any questions you have.โ
โFinally.โ
โYou want to go to the โXanaduโ, right?โ
โOf cause! I should be packing now!โ
โShut up and listen to me, we donโt have much time.โ
โThe world outside there is not like what you think anymore. Itโs a rusting apple. The infestation
started 10 years ago, and the company covered the truth for decades. Do you still remember the earth
transformation project they initiated 50 years ago. It failed. Turns out the โShield โ over evaluated
themselves and began to feed on earth. If you go outside now, those monsters will turn you into a
mummy in a second.โ
I was silenced. I didnโt know what I can say. John wonโt make such a big joke to me, he was not
that type of person. โI canโt believe this. How can you possibly know what happened out there? There is
no way you can get across the โCycleโ.โ
โWe donโt need to. We accidentally got the information from the company in one of our
espionage mission. And in fact the โCycleโ is not as simple as what you think it isโ
โAnd the company just keeps everybody in blind? How could they do that!?โ I felt so fooled.
โBut how about the โXanaduโ! The people who live out there?! You are saying they are all dead?
Billions of them?โ
No answer from Johnโฆ
I suddenly felt so cold. My teeth began to chatter, even though the water in the sewer system
was warm. A dizzy from the shock made me nausea and vomit.
โCalm down Steve. Like I said you are our only hope! Now, listen to me. I know you probably just
vomited. Thatโs the effect of the locator; it self-ยญโdiscarded, so we can pick you up now.โ
By saying that, I saw a faint flash light which is about 200 yards in front me. Itโs the front light of
a military ship. I was exhausted, and I could tell I was going down. โWhatโs the meaning to keep live like
this anymore?โ I used all my left strength, struggled for the last time, and closed my eyes...
Right before I totally sank, a big hand pulled me out of the water like a doll, and threw me on
the deck. Itโs John! Who just saved my life for the second time.
I coughed so hard trying to get the sewer water out of my liver. โOh, Iโm going to vomit again.โโฆ
John left after he saved me; he had to go back to the HQ to lead his ship. Obviously, he was the
leader as everyone was extremely respected to him.
They wrapped me up with a big warm blanket then sent me to the inner room to rest.
I was so tired and fell asleep immediatelyโฆ
I dreamed about my family having a happy life in the โXanaduโ. My beautiful wife and my lovely
son. Suddenly, their faces begin to rust, turning into burning papers, screaming at me. Itโs like hell.
โNo! NO!โ I screamed and woke up. My clothes were soaked by the sweat.
โBad dream?โ Itโs John.
I didnโt answer. โWhere are we?โ I looked outside of the window. Itโs wired that some air
bubbles accumulated on the edge of the window.
โWe are under the water of the City Lake. And now we are heading to a secret military base at
the bottom of the lake.โ
โHa, so thatโs how you rebels hide yourselves.โ
โWe wish. The base belongs to the company.โ
โWhat!? Why are you doing this?โ
โThere is an escaping spaceship which will lunch inโฆ.a hour. And we will send you on that ship at
all costs.โ
โEscape? To where? Why me?โ
โLike I said the earth is dying, and the company canโt hold any longer. They initiated the โSecond
chanceโ project many years ago. All these years, what you and your collogues doing in the factory is
simply producing anti-ยญโnano materials to sustain the โCycleโ system. Itโs the only barrier left to protect
human beings. The energy space created by โCycleโ can neutralize those monsters out there, the City
should have been destroyed long time ago without it. โ
โAgain! Why me!?โ
โCause you are pure! You lucky nuts. The company invented an identification system on that ship,
only pure human body can go through it. We will create a fake identification for you once you get
aboard.โ
โHow about my wife and my son. How about all the others?โ
โWell, be honest with you Steve, you are the only one left who works in the factory didnโt
receive any kind of nano-ยญโadjustment. Thatโs why you are lucky! You should know that your wife got a
new pretty nose and your son did a fracture operation several years ago, right?โ
โBut the company promised they will not use nano-ยญโtech for such kind of minor adjustments!โ
โLike they never lie!โ John was roused by me, and shouted. โWhat worse is they discovered the
problem many years ago, and since then they stopped using any kinds of nano-ยญโtech on themselves and
their families. All the passengers of this space ship are either the best scientists in each area or relates of
the top people in the company. Those bastards!โ
He clenched his fist. The blood vessel busted outside of his nano-ยญโrobotic arm.
Then, he calmed down and spoke to me in his usual smooth voice like nothing really happened,
โThe space ship will lunch 50 minutes later, and the destination is the Mars. They established a new
colony there.โ
He noticed about my anxious. โDonโt worry, we will keep your family in safe while you left. There
is only one thing I want you to do for us. Tell the people on the Mars what really happened here.
Without nano-ยญโtechโs support, the company has lost its dominant power in the new government on Mars.
However, they still controlled important aspects like resources and energy. We have trusted people
send to Mars every time they lunch an escape ship. Also, there are good people there, the scientists,
they are our only hope. We want you to represent me and lead our people there to keep fight back the
company. Try to pull the scientists to our side and help them to find the cure.โ
โWOW!WOW!WOW!Wait! This is too much for me. Why can you just use your old commanders
who have already been sent to the Mars? Iโm just a civilian.โ
โThis is only between you and me OK. Because I trust you the most! And you got the potential
you just never know! Just dig deep into your memory about that explosion accident.โ
โSure I remember it! So, you saved my life. You donโt have to use that to push me! Cause I wonโt
do it!โ
โNo, you stupid! Open your mind! You saved us! It was you who pull me out of the fire, and it
was you who lead the left rebel force fight back to the company troops and successfully helped all of us
escaped. You even killed several cops yourself! You were like a war hero for us.โ
โThat, that is not trueโฆโ Fire, explosion, people cry, blood. The memory suddenly gushed into my
mind. It felt like my head is going to explode.
โYou hit your head while we were running. It was your luck that you got the amnestic memory.
You woke up the second day thought I saved you from the explosion. The company secretly investigated
you as a suspect for weeks and got nothing.โ โHAHAHAHโฆ.!โ John laughed.
The pain faded and every single memory about that day came back. I fell back and tried to pull
all the little pieces together. It turned out that all of them were strongly proving that John didnโt lie.
โCome on! Get up and we should get ready to transport you to the space ship now.โ John
ordered. I acted like a zombie, and followed all the orders John gave me. All these yearsโ life was just a
big joke for me. My wife and my son were my only hope. โI need to save themโฆI need to see them
againโฆ I need to โฆโ I mumbled.
They obviously had done the smuggling many times, and from approach in to connection, the
whole process took them only 10 minutes. However, right before I step into the other ship, one thing
suddenly came into my mind, the most crucial thing. Until now, after all these years, Iโm still asking
myself all the time: how can I forget about it?
โWhere are my families now!? The company wonโt let them go as they failed to catch me!โ
Silenceโฆ
โWe tried our best Steve. The investigators were just too fast. We are already very lucky that we
helped you to get out. They were gone when we got there. So far, we donโt know whatโs going on up
there. Iโm sorry.โ
The world started to spin again. My wife and my son were the only thing I had on this planet. No
more dreams, no more hope. I shake my head and looked at John, deep into his eyes. โI will do it, not
for you! Not for the rebels! I will do it for myself!โ I grabbed the faked ID tag and my uniform, then
closed the hatch, didnโt give John any chance to speak.
Looking at his stunned face, I laughed, so loudlyโฆI suddenly feel such a release.
From that moment, the flame of revenge was kindled from the very deepest corner of my soul โฆ.
๋์ ๋ํ
By Laura Kim
โ์ฉ์์์ ๋๊ฐ ์์๋์ด ๋ฒ์ฃ ๋น์์ ๊ธฐ์ต์ด ์๋๋ฐ, ๋ฒํ์ ์ ์ง๋ ๋ค๋ ์ฆ๊ฑฐ๊ฐ ์๋ ์ด ์์ ์
์ ๋ฌด์จ ์๋ก ๋ฒ์ฃ๋ฅผ ์ฆ๋ช ํ์ค ๊ฒ์ ๋๊น?โ
๊ทธ๊ฒ์ ์ด์ธ์ฉ์์ ์ธก ๋ณํธ์ธ์ ์ฃผ์ฅ์ด์๋ค. ์ฉ์์๋ 50๋ ๋จ์ฑ์ผ๋ก 20๋ ์ฌ๋์์ ์ดํดํ ํ์
๋ฅผ ๊ฐ๊ณ ์์ผ๋ ๋ฒํ ์ดํ ์ฐ์ด์ ๊ตํต์ฌ๊ณ ๋ก ์ผ๋ถ ๊ธฐ์ต์ด ์์ค๋์ด ๋ฒํ ๋น์์ ๊ธฐ์ต์ด ์๋ค.
๊ทธ์ ๋๋ถ์ด ๋ฒํ์ ์ธ์ ์ด ๋๋ฌธ ์์์ด ๋ง์ ํด์๊ฐ์์ ์ด๋ฃจ์ด์ ธ ์ ๋๋ก ๋ ๋ชฉ๊ฒฉ์๋ ์์๋ฟ๋
๋ฌ ๋ฒํํ๊ธฐ๋ง์ ๋ฐ๋ท๋ฌผ์ ์ธ๋ ค ์ฌ๋ผ์ง ์ํฉ์ด๋ค. ์ ์ผํ ๋ชฉ๊ฒฉ์ด๋ผ๋ฉด ์๋ฒฝ 2์์ฏค ์ฐจ ์๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ๋ฌ๋ค
๋ ์ฃผ๋ณ ์ฃผ๋ฏผ์ ์ฆ์ธ๋ฟ์ด์๋ค. 20๋ ์ฌ๋์์ ์์ ์ ์์๋ค ์ฌ์ด์์ ๋ฐ๊ฒฌ๋์์ผ๋ฉฐ ์ง์์ฌ์ ์
ํด ์จ์ง ๊ฒ์ผ๋ก ๋ํ๋ฌ๋ค. ์์ ์ ๋ฐ๊ฒฌํ๋ ์ค์ 8์์๋ ์ฌ๋งํ์ง ์ด๋ฏธ 10์๊ฐ ์ด์ ์ง๋์์๊ณ
๋ฒ์ธ์ด ๊ฒ๊ฑฐ๋ ๊ณณ์ ์์ ์ด ๋ฐ๊ฒฌ๋ ๊ณณ์์ ๋จธ์ง ์์ ํ ๋ฐ๋ค ํ์ง ์ ๊ตํต์ฌ๊ณ ํ์ฅ์ด์๋ค.
๋ฒ์ธ์ ์ด๋ฏธ 1๋ ์ ๋ถํฐ ์ฌ๋ฌ ์ ์ ์ฌ์ฑ์ ์ด์ธ์ฌ๊ฑด์ ์ฉ์์๋ก ์ง๋ชฉ๋์๋ ์ ์ ์ด ์์ผ๋ ์ถฉ๋ถ
ํ ์ฆ๊ฑฐ๊ฐ ์์ด ๋ฒ๋ฒํ ๊ตฌ์์ ์คํจํ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ฐ ์คํจ์ ๊ณ ๋ฐฐ๋ฅผ ๋ง์ ์จ ๊ฒ์ฐฐ์ ์ด๋ฒ์๋ ๋ฒ์ธ์ ๊ธฐ
์ต์์ค์ ๋ง์ฐ์์คํ ์ํ์๋ค. ๋ํ ํ์ฌ ์ธก ์ญ์ ์ฆ๊ฑฐ๋ถ์ถฉ๋ถ๊ณผ ์ฉ์์๊ฐ ์ฌ๋ฌธ์ด ๋ถ๊ฐ๋ฅํ ์ํ
์ธ ๊ฒ์ ๋ฌ๋ฆฌ ์ ์ธ ๋ฐฉ๋ฒ์ด ์์ด ๋๋ค์ ์ ์ด์ธ์๋ฅผ ํ์ด์ค์ผ ํ๋๊ฐ ํ๋ฉฐ ์ฉ์์๋ฅผ ๊ฒ๊ฑฐํ ์
์ฌ๊ณผ์์๋ ๋งค์ผ ์์นจ ํ์์๋ฆฌ๋ง ์ฐ๋ฌ์ ๋์ค๊ณ ์์๋ค.
โ์ ๊ทธ ์๋ผ๊ฐ ๋ถ๋ช ํ ์ ์ง๋ ๋จ ๋ง์ด์ง.. ๊ทธ ์ง์์์ผ ์ฃฝ์ธ ๊ฑฐ๋ ํด์๊ฐ์์ ์์ฒด๋ฅผ ๋ณด๋ ๋ฏ์ด ๋
๊ณ ๊ฐ๊ฑฐ๋ ๊ทธ๋ฐ ๊ฒ ๋ค ๊ทธ ์๋ผ๊ฐ ํ๋ ์ง์ด๋ผ๊ณ .โ
์์ฌ 1๊ณผ ๋ฐ์ฅ ๊นํ์ ํ์ฌ๋ ํ์์ฒ๋ผ ์ํ๊ธฐ์ปคํผ๋ฅผ ๋ฝ์ ํ์ง๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ๋ฉด์ ์ฐฝ ๋ฐ์ ๋ณด๋ฉฐ ํผ์ฃ๋ง์
ํ๊ณ ์์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ์์นจ์ ๋ฒ์ธ์ด ๊ตํต์ฌ๊ณ ๋ก ๋ณ์์ ์ ์ํ์ง 2์ฃผ๊ฐ ๋๋ ์์ ์ผ๋ก ๋ฒ์ธ์ ์ฌ๊ณ
๋ก ์ ์ ๊ฐ์ข ๊ณจ์ ์น๋ฃ๋ค์ด ๋ง๋ฌด๋ฆฌ ๋์ด๊ฐ๊ณ ํด์ค์ ์ค๋นํ๋ค๋ ํต๋ณด๋ฅผ ๋ฐ์ ์ํฉ์ด์๋ค.
โ๋ฐ.. ๋ฐ์ฅ๋!โ
๊ฐ ๋ค์ด์จ ๊ผฌ๋งน์ด ๊น์ธ์ ํ์ฌ๊ฐ ๋ถ๋ฆฌ๋์ผ ๊นํ์ ํ์ฌ์ ์๋ฆฌ๋ก ๋ฐ์ด์ค๋๋ ๊ท์๋ง๋ก ์๊ทผ๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ
๊ธฐ ์์ํ๋ค. ๋ง์ด ์ฑ ๋๋๊ธฐ ์ ์ ์์ฌ๊ณผ ๋ฌธ์ ๋ฑ์ฅํ ๊ฒ์ ํ์ ๊ฐ์ด์ ์ ์ ์์ฌ๋ก ํ ์์๋
์์ง๊ฐ๋ฐฉ์ด๋ผ๊ณ ํ๊ธฐ์๋ ์ง๋์น๊ฒ ํฐ ์ํธ์ผ์ด์ค๋ฅผ ๋ค๊ณ ์์๋ค. ๋ฌดํ ์ ์๊ฒฝ์ด ๊ทธ์ ์ธ์์ ํ
์ธต ํ๋ฆฟํ๊ฒ ๋ง๋ค์์ง๋ง ๊ทธ์ ๋์กฐ๋๋ ํ์ ๊ฐ์ด๊ณผ ์ํธ์ผ์ด์ค๋ผ๊ณ ๋ถ๋ฅด๊ธฐ์๋ ๋ฌด๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ์์ด ๋ณด
์ด๋ ์ ์ฒ ๊ฐ๋ฐฉ์ด ๋๋ฆฌ์ด ๊ทธ์ ์ธ์์ ํ์ธต ๋ ํฅ๋ฏธ๋กญ๊ฒ ๋ง๋ค์๋ค.
โโฆโฆ๊ทธ ๋ถ์ด ๋ฐ๋ก ์ ๋ถ์ด์ญ๋๋ค.โ
โ์๋ ํ์ญ๋๋ค ์ฌ๋ฌ๋ถ๋ค~โ
๊ทธ ์์ฌ๋ ์ฑ๊ธ์ฑ๊ธ ์์ผ๋ฉฐ ์์ฌ๊ณผ ๋ด๋ถ๋ก ์ฑํผ์ฑํผ ๊ฑธ์ด ๋ค์ด์๋ค. ์์ํ ์ํธ์ผ์ด์ค๋ฅผ ๋๋ฉฐ
๊ทธ๋ ์์ฌ๊ณผ์ ๊ฐ์ฅ ์์ชฝ์ ์๋ ๊นํ์ ํ์ฌ์ ์ฑ ์๊น์ง ์กฐ๊ธ๋ ๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ๋์์ด ๊ฑธ์ด ๋ค์ด์๋ค. ์ค
ํ๋ ค ๊ทธ์ ๋น๋นํ ๋ชจ์ต์ ์์ฌ๊ณผ์ ์์์๋ ํ์ฌ๋ค์ด ์ด๋ฆฌ๋ฅ์ ํ ๋์ผ๋ก ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ์ณ๋ค๋ณด๊ณ ์์์
๋ฟ์ด์๋ค. ๊น์ธ์ํ์ฌ๋ ์์ฌ์ ๊ฑฐ์นจ์๋ ํ๋์ ๋นํฉํ์ง๋ง ๊ณง๋ค ๊นํ์ ์์ฌ๋ฐ์ฅ์ ์ผ๊ตด์ ๋ณด
๊ณ ๋ ์์ฌํ๋ค. ๊นํ์ ์์ฌ๊ณผ์ฅ์ ๊ธฐ๋ค๋ ธ๋ค๋ ๋ฏ์ด ๊ทธ ์์ฌ๋ฅผ ํฅํด ๋ฏธ์๋ฅผ ๋ ๊ณ ์์๊ธฐ ๋๋ฌธ์ด
์๋ค.
โ์ ๊ทธ ๋น์ ์ด ์ ๋ช ํ๋ค๋ ๋ ์ฐ๊ตฌ๊ฐ์?โ
โ์ ๋ฅผ ์์ฌ๋ผ๊ณ ๋ถ๋ฅด์ง ์๊ณ ์ฐ๊ตฌ๊ฐ๋ผ๊ณ ๋ถ๋ฅด์ ๊ฑด ์๋ง ํ์ฌ๋์ด ์ฒ์์ผ๊ฒ๋๋ค.โ
๊นํ์ ์์ฌ๋ฐ์ฅ์ ์์ฌ๋ฅผ ํฅํด ์์ ๋ด๋ฐ์๊ณ ์์ฌ๋ ๋๋ค์ ์๊ธ๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ๋ ์์์ ์ง์ผ๋ฉฐ ์์ฌ๋ฐ
์ฅ์ ์์ ๋ง์ก์ ์ ์ํ๋ค. ๊ทธ ์์ฌ๋ ๊นํ์ ์์ฌ๋ฐ์ฅ์ ๋์ ๋๋ฐ๋ก ์ณ๋ค๋ณด๋ฉฐ ๋ง์ ์ด์ด๊ฐ๋ค.
โ์ ์๊ฒ ์์ ๋ด๋ฐ์ด ์ฃผ์ ๊ฑด ์ ์ฐ๊ตฌ๋ฅผ ์ ๋ขฐํ๊ณ ์์ผ์๋ค๋ ์ด์ผ๊ธฐ๋ผ๊ณ ์๊ฐํฉ๋๋ค. ๋๋ถ๋ถ์
์ฌ๋๋ค์ ์ ์ฌ์ด๋น ์ข ๊ต ์ง๋์๋ผ๊ณ ์๊ฐํ๊ฑฐ๋ ์.โ
โ์ง๊ธ ์ด ์์ ์์ ์์ฌ์ ๋์์ด ๋๋ค๋ฉด ์ฌ์ด๋น ์ข ๊ต์ง๋์๋ผ๋ ๋๊ณ ์ถ์ ๋ง์์ด์ค.โ
๊นํ์ ์์ฌ๊ณผ์ฅ๋ ์์ฌ์ ๋ ์นด๋ก์ด ์์ ์ ๋ง๋์ํ์ ์์ฌ๊ณผ์ ๋ถ์๊ธฐ๋ ๊ฐ์๊ธฐ ์ฐฌ๋ฌผ์ ๋ผ์น์
๋ฏ ์ธ๋ํด์ก๋ค. ์์ฌ๋ ์์ฌ๋ผ๊ธฐ๋ณด๋ค๋ ๊ธฐ์ธ์ ๊ฐ๊น์ด ๋ชจ์ต์ผ๋ก ํฐ ๊ฐ์ด๋ง ์ ์์ ๋ฟ์ด์ง ์ฒญ๋ฐ์ง
์ ๋ค ๋จ์ด์ ธ๊ฐ๋ ๊ฐ์ฃฝ์ ๋ฐ์ ๊ผฌ๊น๊ผฌ๊นํ ์ ์ธ ์ ๋ถ์ค์คํ ๋๋ฒ ๋ฒ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ํ๊ณ ์์ด ์์ฌ๊ณผ์ ๋ชจ๋
ํ์ฌ๋ค์ ๊ทธ๊ฐ ๋ฏธ์น ๊ณผํ์๊ฐ ์๋๊น๋ผ๊ณ ์๊ทผ ๋๊ณ ์์๋ค.
โ์ ๊ทธ๋ฌ๋ฉด ๋ค๋ฅธ ๋ฐฉ์ ๊ฐ์ ์ด์ผ๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ๋ค์ด๋ด ์๋ค. ์ธ์์ ์ปคํผ ํ ๊ฐ ํ์๋ผ. ์์ฌ์ค๋ก. ๋๋ ๋ค์ด
์ค๋ ค๋ฉด ๋ค์ด์๋ ๋๊ณ . ๊ทธ๋์ ๋ ์์ฌ์๋ฐ์, ๋ฌด์จ ์ปคํผ ๋์๋?โ
โ๊ณต์ง๋ผ๋ฉด ์ฌ์ค ์ ๋ค ์ข์๋ฐ.โ
๊ฒ๋ค๊ฐ ๊ณต์ง๋ ๋ง๋คํ์ง๋ ์๋๋ค๋ ๊ทธ ๋ ๋ง์ด ๋ฒ๋ค๋ ์์ฌ๊ฐ ๋ง๋ ๊ฑด์ง ์ถ์์ง๋ง ๊น์ธ์ ํ์ฌ
๋ ๋ณต๋์ ์ํ๊ธฐ๋ก ๋ฐ์ด๋๊ฐ๋ค. ๊นํ์ ํ์ฌ์ ์์ฌ๋ ์์ฌ๊ณผ๋ฅผ ๋์ ์ฌ๋ฌธ์ค๋ก ๋ฐ๊ฑธ์์ ์ฎ๊ฒผ๋ค.
์์ฌ๋ ๊ทธ ์ปค๋ค๋ ์ํธ์ผ์ด์ค๋ฅผ ๋ค์ ๋๊ณ ์ด๋ํ๋ค. ๊ทธ ์ํธ์ผ์ด์ค์ผ ๋ง๋ก ์ด ์์ฌ์ ๊ฐ์ฅ ์ด์
ํ ์ ์ด์๋ค. ์ ๋ก ๋ง๋ค์ด์ ธ ๋ณผํธ์ ๋ํธ๋ก ์ด์์๊ฐ ์ฐ๊ฒฐ๋์ด์๊ณ ๊ธ์์ฑ์ ์๋ฌผ์ ์ ์์ก์ด๋
๋ฌด๊ฑฐ์ด ์ ํ์ดํ์ ์ ์ผํ๊ฒ ์ ๊ฐ ์๋ ๊ฒ์ ๊ณ ๋ฌด๋ฐํด๋ฟ์ด์๋ค. ์์ฌ๊ฐ ์ํธ์ผ์ด์ค๋ฅผ ๋ ๋๋ง๋ค
์๋ฌผ์ ๊ฐ ์ํธ์ผ์ด์ค์ ๋ชธ์ฒด์ ๋ถ๋ชํ ๋๋ ์ณ์๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ๊ฒฝ์ฐฐ์์ ์๋ฉํธ๋ฐ๋ฅ์ ์ธ๋ ค ๊ทธ ์์ฌ์ ๊ดด
๊ธฐ์ค๋ฌ์์ ํ์ธต ๋ํด์ฃผ๊ณ ์์๋ค.
์ฌ๋ฌธ์ค์ ๊นํ์ ์์ฌ๋ฐ์ฅ๊ณผ ๊ทธ ์์ฌ๋ ๋ง์ฃผ ์์ ์ด์ผ๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ์์ํ๋ค.
โ๊ทธ๋์ ์์ฌ์๋ฐ, ๋น์ ์ด ์ง๊ธ ๊ธฐ์ต์์ค์ด๋ผ๋ ๊ทธ ๋ฒ์ธ์ ์ฌ๋ฌธํ ์ ์๋ค๊ณ ํ๋ ๊ฑฐ์?โ
โ๊ทธ๋ ์ต๋๋ค. ์ ๊ฐ ๋ฐ๋ช ํ ์ด ๊ธฐ๊ณ๋ก ๋ง์ ๊ฒ์ด ๊ฐ๋ฅํ์ง์. ํ์ง๋ง ์ด ๊ธฐ๊ณ๋ฅผ ์ธ ์ ์๋ ๊ฑด ์
๋ฟ์ ๋๋ค.โ
โ๋ฌด์จ ๊ธฐ๊ณ์ธ์ง๋ ์ด์ผ๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ๋ค์ด๋ด ์๋ค.โ
์์ฌ๋ ๊ตณ์ ๊ฒฐ์ฌ์ ํ ๋๋น์ ํ๊ณค ์ผ๋จ ํ์จ์ ์ฌ์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ฌ๊ณ ๋ฐ๋ก ๊นํ์ ์์ฌ๊ณผ์ฅ์๊ฒ ์ด์ผ
๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ํ๊ธฐ ์์ํ๋ค.
โ์ด ๊ธฐ๊ณ๋ ์ธ๊ฐ์ ๋์ ๋ํ๋ฅผ ํฉ๋๋ค. ์ฐ๋ฆฌ๋ ํ์์ ๋ํ๋ฅผ ํ ๋ ๋ชฉ์๋ฆฌ์ ๊ท๊ฐ ์์ผ๋ฉด ์๋ก
์ด์ผ๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ํ ์ ์์ง์. ๋ชฉ์๋ฆฌ๋ก ๋ํ๊ฐ ๋ถ๊ฐ๋ฅํ ๋ถ๋ค์ ์ํ๋ผ๋ ๊ฒ์ ํตํด ์๊ฐ์ ์ผ๋ก ์ด์ผ
๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ํ์ฃ . ์๊ฐ๋ง์ ์ฐจ๋จ๋ ์ํฉ์์๋ ์ ์๋ฅผ ํตํด์ ๋ํํ๊ธฐ๋ ํฉ๋๋ค. ํ์ง๋ง ์ด ๋ชจ๋ ๋ํ
ํ์๋ ๊ฒฐ๊ตญ ์ ์ฒด๊ฐ๊ฐ์ ์ด์ฉํ ๋ํ๋ก- ์ฆ, ์ ์ฒด๊ฐ ์์ผ๋ฉด ๋ํ๊ฐ ๋ถ๊ฐ๋ฅํ๋ค๋ ๊ฒฐ๋ก ์ ๋๋ฌํ๊ฒ
๋ฉ๋๋ค.โ
์ด ๋ ๊น์ธ์ ํ์ฌ๋ ์ํ๊ธฐ์์ ๋ฐํฌ์ปคํผ๋ฅผ ๋ฝ์ ์์ฌ ์์ ๋๊ณ ๊ทธ ์ธํ ๋ถ์๊ธฐ์ ๋์ ํ ์์
๊ฐ์ด ์์ ์ํฉ์ ์๋๋ค ์ถ์ด ๋ฐ์ผ๋ก ๋๊ฐ๋ค. ๊น์ธ์ ํ์ฌ๋ ๋ฐ์์ ๊ฑฐ์ธ ์ฐฝ์ ํตํด ์์ฌ์ค ์
์ ๋ค์ฌ๋ค๋ณด๋ฉฐ ๊นํ์ ์์ฌ๊ณผ์ฅ์ด ์์๋ฅผ ๋ค๋ก ๋นผ๊ณ ํ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ์ ํ ๋์จํ ์์์๋ ๊ฒ์ ๋ณด๊ณ ์
์ฌ๊ฐ ํํ์ ๋จ๊ณ ์๋ค๊ณ ์๊ฐํ๋ค. ํ์ง๋ง ์ด์ฝ๊ณ ๊นํ์ ํ์ฌ์ ๋์น์ด ์์ฐ๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ๋ ๊ฒ์ ๋ณด๊ณ
์์ ๋ ๋ฐ์์ ์ด์ผ๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ๋ค์ด์ผ๊ฒ ๋ค๊ณ ์๊ฐํด ์์์ ์์ ๊ทธ ๋์ ๋ํ๋ฅผ ๋ฃ๊ธฐ ์์ํ๋ค.
โ๊ทธ๋ฌ๋๊น, ์ ์ฒด๋ฅผ ๊ฑด๋๋ฐ๊ณ ๋๋ ์ง์ ๋ํ๋ฅผ ํ์๊ฒ ๋ค?โ
โ๊ทธ๋ฐ ์ด์ผ๊ธฐ์ฃ . ํ์ง๋ง ๋ํ๋ฅผ ํ๋ ๊ฑด ์ ๋ฐ์ ๋ชปํฉ๋๋ค. ๊ธฐ๊ณ ์กฐ์๋ ์ด๋ ค์ด ๊ฒ๋ ์์ง๋ง ์ผ๋จ
์ ๋ํ๋ฅผ ์ข์ํ๊ฑฐ๋ ์.โ
โ์๋ ์ข์ํ๋ ๊ฑฐ๊ณ ์์๊ณ ๊ฐ์, ๊ทธ๊ฒ ๊ฐ๋ฅ์ ํ ์๊ธฐ๋ ๋ง์ด์ค? ์๋ ์ค์ฌ ๊ฐ๋ฅํ๋ฐ๋, ์ด๋ฏธ
๊ทธ ๋ฒ์ธ ๋์ ๊ธฐ์ต์์ค์ด๋ผ ๊ธฐ์ต์ด ์๋ค๋๋ฐ-โ
์์ฌ๋ ๊นํ์ ์์ฌ๋ฐ์ฅ์ ๋ง์ด ๋๋๊ธฐ๋ ์ ์ ๋ง์ ๋ฐ์ ์ณค๋ค.
โ๊ทธ ๊ธฐ์ต์์ค์ด๋ผ๋ ๋ถ๋ถ์ด ๋ง๋๋ค๊ณ ์ด๋ป๊ฒ ํ์ ํ์ญ๋๊น?โ
โ๋ญ์?โ
๊นํ์ ์์ฌ๋ฐ์ฅ์ ์๊ฐ ์ง์ฆ์ด ์๊ตฌ์ณ ์์ฌ๋ฅผ ์งธ๋ ค๋ณด์๋ค.
โ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ๊ทธ๋ฐ ๋จ๊ธฐ๊ธฐ์ต์์ค์ ์ฝ๊ฐ์ ์๊ทน๋ง์ผ๋ก๋ ํ๋ณต์ด ๊ฐ๋ฅํ ์ฌ๋ก๋ ์์ต๋๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ๊ทธ ๋ฒ
์ธ์ด ๋นํ๋ค๋ ๋ถ์ ์ ๋๋ ๊ตํต์ฌ๊ณ ์ ์ํฉ์ผ๋ก ๋ด์๋ ์ถฉ๋ถ์ด ๊ธฐ์ตํ๊ณ ์๊ฑฐ๋ ๊ธฐ์ต์ ํ๋ณตํ
๋ ๊ฒ์ด ๊ฐ๋ฅํ๋ค๊ณ ์๊ฐํฉ๋๋ค.โ
โ๊ทธ๋ ๋ค๋ฉด ์๋ฐฑ์ ๋ฐ์๋ผ ์๋ ์๋ค. ์ด๊ฒ์ธ๊ฐ?โ
โ๊ทธ๋ ์ง์. ์ฌ์ค ์ต๋ฉด์๋ฒ์ด๋ ๋น์ทํ ๊ฒ์ผ์ง๋ ๋ชจ๋ฅด์ง๋ง, ์ต๋ฉด์๋ฒ์ด๋ผ๋ ๊ฒ์ ์ต๋ฉด์ ๊ฑธ๋ฆฌ์ง ์
์ผ๋ฉด ๋ถ๊ฐ๋ฅํ ์ . ํ์ง๋ง ์ด โ๋์ ๋ํโ ์ฅ์น๋ฅผ ์ด์ฉํ๋ค๋ฉด ์๋ ์ต๋ฉด์ด๋ผ๋ ํ์ ์์ด๋ ๋์
์์ ๋๋ฅผ ์ฝ์ ์ ์์ต๋๋ค.โ
๊นํ์ ์์ฌ๋ฐ์ฅ์ ์๋ฏธ์ฌ์ฅํ ํ์ ์ ์ง์๋ค. ๊ทธ๊ฒ ๊ฐ๋ฅํ ์ด์ผ๊ธฐ๋ผ๋ฉด ๋ฒ์ธ์ด ๋ฌด์จ ์ผ์ ํ๋์ง
์ ์ ์์๋ฟ๋๋ฌ ๋ ๋์๊ฐ ์ด์ ์ ์ ์ง๋ ์ ์ง๋ ๋ชจ๋ฅธ ์ด์ธ์ฌ๊ฑด์ ์ฌ์์ฌ๋ ๊ฐ๋ฅํ๊ธฐ ๋๋ฌธ์ด๋ค.
ํ์ง๋ง ์ด ์์ฌ๋ฅผ ์ด๋ป๊ฒ ์ ๋ขฐํ ์ ์์์ง์ ๋ํด์๋ ์ฌ์ ํ ์๋ฌธ์ด์๋ค.
โํ์ง๋ง ๋๋ผ๋ ๊ฒ ๊ธฐ์ต์ ์กฐ์ํ ์๋ ์์ง ์์๊ฐ?โ
โ๊ทธ๋ ๊ธฐ ๋๋ฌธ์ ์ ๊ฐ ์ด โ๋ํโ๋ฅผ ์ด๋์ด์ผ ํฉ๋๋ค. ํ์ฌ๋๋ค๋ ํ์๊ฒ ์ง๋ง ์ง์ค์ ๊ฐ๋ ค๋ด๋ ๋ฐ์
๋ ์๋ง์ ์ฆ๊ฑฐ๋ค๊ณผ ๋์ง๊ธด ์ฌ๋ฌธ์ผ๋ก ์๋ฐฑ์ ์ป์ด๋ด๋ ๊ฒ์ด ํ์ํ์ง์. ๊ทธ ์๋ก ๊ฑฐ์ง๋ง๊ณผ ์ง์ค
์ ๊ฐ๋ ค๋ด๋๋ฐ ๊ฑฐ์ง๋ง ํ์ง๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ์ฐ๊ธฐ๋ ํ๊ณ ๋ง์ ๋๋ค. ์ ๋ ์ฉ์์์ ๊ธฐ์ต์ ๋จ์ํ ๊ด์ฐฐํ๋
์ ์ด์์ผ๋ก ๊ทธ์ ๊ธฐ์ต ์์ ๋๊ตฐ๊ฐ๋ก ์ ์ ํ ๊ฒ์ ๋๋ค. ๊ทธ์ ๋์ ๊ธฐ์ต ์์ ์ฉ์์์ ์ ๊ฐ ์ง
์ ๋ง๋๊ฒ ๊ฒ์ด์ฃ .โ
์์ฌ๋ ๋ค์ ๊ทธ ํน์ ์ ์๋ฏธ์ฌ์ฅํ ์์์ ์ง์ผ๋ฉฐ ๊นํ์ ์์ฌ๋ฐ์ฅ์ ์ณ๋ค๋ณด์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ฌ๊ณ ๋ ์์
์์ ์ผ์ด๋ ๊ทธ๊ฐ ๊ฐ์ ธ์จ ์ํธ์ผ์ด์ค๋ฅผ ์ ์์ ๋๊ณ ์ฃผ๋จธ๋์์ ์ด์ ๋ฅผ ๊บผ๋ด ์๋ฌผ์ ๋ฅผ ์ด์๋ค.
๊ทธ ๊ธ์์ฑ์ ์ํธ์ผ์ด์ค ์์๋ ๊ธฐ๊ดดํ ๊ธฐ๊ณ๊ฐ ๋ค์ด๊ฐ ์์๋ค. ๋ง์น ๊ฐ์ข ์ฒ ํ ์ฐ๋๋ฌ๊ธฐ์ ๊ฐ๋ฅ
ํ ํ ๋ง์ ์ ์ ์ ๋ค ๋ชจ์์ ๋ง๋ค์ด ๋์ ๋ฏํ ๊ธฐ๊ณ์๋ค.
โ์ด๊ฒ ๊ทธ ๊ธฐ๊ณ ์ฅ์น์ ๋๋ค.โ
โ๋ฌด์จ ์ฌ์ด๋ณด๊ทธ ํดํ๋ฆฌ ๊ฐ๊ตฌ๋จผ.โ
๊นํ์ ์์ฌ๋ฐ์ฅ์ ์์ฌ๊ฐ ๊ฐ๋ฐฉ์์ ๊บผ๋ธ ๊ธฐ๊ณ๋ฅผ ์ณ๋ค๋ณด๋ค ์์ฌ๋ฅผ ๋ณด๋ฉฐ ์จ์ต ์์ผ๋ฉฐ ๋งํ๋ค.
โ๊ทผ๋ฐ ์์ฌ์๋ฐ, ๋ด๊ฐ ์๋ฌด๋ฆฌ ๊ธํด๋ ๋ง์ด์ง. ์ ๋น์ฑ์ด ์๋ ๊ฑด ์์ฌ์ ์ธ ์๊ฐ ์๋๋ฐโฆโฆโ
๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ๋ ๊ฑฐ์ธ ์ฐฝ ๋๋จธ๋ฅผ ์ฌ์ฉ ์ณ๋ค๋ณด๋๋ ์์ฌ์ ๊ท์ ๋ฌด์ธ๊ฐ ์๊ทผ๊ฑฐ๋ ธ๋ค. ๋ฐ์ ์์์๋ ๊น์ธ
์ ํ์ฌ๋ ๊นํ์ ์์ฌ๋ฐ์ฅ์ด ์ณ๋ค๋ณด๊ธฐ์ ์๊ฐ ํ ์นซํ๊ณ ๋๋๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ์ ๊นํ์ ์์ฌ๋ฐ์ฅ์ด ๊ท
์๋ง์ ํ๊ธฐ์ ๋ฌด์จ ์ด์ผ๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ํ๋ ๊ถ๊ธํ์ง๋ง ์ค๋ง ๊ทธ๊ฒ ์์ ์ ์ด์ผ๊ธฐ ์ผ ์ค์ ๋ชฐ๋๋ค.
โ์๋ ๋ฐ์ฅ๋ ์ ์ ๊ฐ ๊ทธ ์ ๋๋ฅผ ์ฝํ์ผ ํ๋ ๋ง์ด์์!!โ
์์ฌ์ค ๋ฐ์ผ๋ก ๋์จ ๊นํ์ ์์ฌ๋ฐ์ฅ์ ๋นํฉํด์ ์ผ๊ตด์ด ์๋นจ๊ฐ์ง ๊น์ธ์ ํ์ฌ์ ์ด๊นจ์ ํ์ ๋
๋ฅด๋ฉฐ ๋ง์ ์ด์ด๊ฐ๋ค.
โ๊ทธ๊ฒ ์๋ ์ฐ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ๋๊ตด ์ฌ์ ํ ์ ์๊ณ .. ๋๋ ๋ง์ด์ง ๊ธ์ ์๋ฌ์ง๊ฐ ์๊ฑฐ๋ . ๊ทธ๋์ ๋ง๋๋ผ๋
๊ฒฐํผํ ๋ ๋ง์ถ ๊ฒฐํผ๋ฐ์ง๋ ๋ชป ๊ปด์.โ
โ์๋ ๊ทธ๊ฑด ์ฌ๋ชจ๋์ด ํ์..!โ
๊นํ์ ์์ฌ๋ฐ์ฅ์ ๊น์ธ์ ํ์ฌ์ ์ ์ ํ์ด๋ง๊ณ ๋ ์์ฌ๋ฅผ ํฅํด ๋งํ๋ค.
โ์ ์๋์ด ์ฃผ๋ฅ์ด๋ ์ด์์. ์ด๋์ ๋์ด๊ฐ ์ ์๋ฐ๋ค๊ฐ ์ด์ ๋ ๋ฆ๊ฒ๊น์ง ์์ฌ๊ณผ์์ ๋ค๋ฅธ ์ฌ๊ฑด
ํ์ผ ์์ฑ์ ํ์ ํ ๋ ์ผ์ ์ ๋๋ก ํ์ผ๋ฉด ์์ฌ๊ณผ์์ ์ปดํจํฐ๋ก ์๋ฅ์์ ์ ํ๊ณ ์์์ ํ ์ง.
๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ์ด์ฐจํผ CCTV๋ก ์ด๋์ด ์์ฌ์ค์์ ์ผํ๋์ง ์๋์ง๋ ํ์ธํ ์ ์๊ณ .โ
โ๊ทธ๋ผ ์์ฌ์ค์ ์ ๊น ๋น๋ฆฌ๋๋ก ํ์ง์.โ
์์ฌ๋ ์์ฌ์ค ์์์ ๊ธฐ๊ณ๋ค์ ๋ชจ๋ ๊บผ๋ด ๋๊ณ ๋ ์ ๊ธฐ์ฝ๋๋ฅผ ์ฐพ์ ์ ์์ ์ฐ๊ฒฐํ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ์
์ผ๋ก ๋ง๊ตฌ ์์ผ์๋ ์ฒ ํ ์ฐ๋๋ฌ๊ธฐ๋ค์ ์ ๋ฆฌํ๋๋ ์์์๋ ๋ ๊ฐ์ ํฌ๋ฉง ๊ฐ์ ์ฒ ๊ณจ๊ตฌ์กฐ๊ฐ ๋์
๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ์ฒ ์ํธ์ผ์ด์ค์์ ๋ค๋ชจ๋ ๋จ๋ง๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ๊บผ๋ด๋๋ ๊ทธ ๋จ๋ง๊ธฐ์ ๋ ํฌ๋ฉง์ ์ฐ๊ฒฐํ๊ธฐ ์์
ํ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ๊ทธ๋ ์ํธ์ผ์ด์ค์์ ์ค์ผ์น๋ถ๊ณผ ํ์ ๊บผ๋ด ์์์ ๋์๋ค.
โ๋ฐ์ฅ๋ ๊ทผ๋ฐ ์ง๊ธ ๋ฐ๋ก ํ๋..?โ
โ์์ฌ์๋ฐ, ๋ง์ํธ์ ์์ผ๋ฉด ๋๋ ๊ฑฐ์?โ
โ๋ค, ์ด์ชฝ์ผ๋ก.โ
๊นํ์ ์์ฌ๋ฐ์ฅ์ ๊น์ธ์ ํ์ฌ์ ๋ฑ์ ๋ ๋ฐ์ด ์ต์ง๋ก ์์์ ์ํ๊ณ ์๋ ํธ๋ํฐ์ ๊บผ๋ด ๋ค์๋ค.
โ๋์ค์ ๊ทธ ๋ฒ์ธ ๋ ๋ณํธํ๋ ์ธก์์ ์ ๋น์ฑ ์๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ๊บผ๋ด๋ฉด ๊ณค๋ํ๋ ์ด ์์์ด๋ CCTV๋ ๊ฐ์ด
์ ์ํ๋ฉด ๋นผ๋ ๋ฐ๋ ๋ชปํ๊ฒ ์ง. ๋ฌผ๋ก ์์ฌ์๋ฐ์ ์ค๋ ์ฒ์ ๋ดค๋ค๋ ์ฆ๊ฑฐ๋ ํ์ํ๊ฒ ์ง๋ง.โ
์์ฌ๋ ๋ปฃ๋ปฃํ๊ฒ ์์์๋ ๊น์ธ์ ํ์ฌ์๊ฒ ํ ์ชฝ ํฌ๋ฉง์ ์์ฐ๊ธฐ ์์ํ๋ค. ๋จธ๋ฆฌ์ ๊ผญ ๋ง๊ฒ ํ๋ ค
๋ ๊ฒ์ธ์ง ๊ทธ ์ฒ ๊ณจ๊ตฌ์กฐ ํฌ๋ฉง์ ์๋ฉ ๋ฌ๋ ค์๋ ๋์ฌ๋ฅผ ๋จธ๋ฆฌ์ ๋ง๊ฒ ์กฐ์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ๋ ์ฃผ๋จธ๋์์
์นจ ๊ฐ์ ๊ฒ์ ๊บผ๋ด์ ์ฒ ๊ณจ๊ตฌ์กฐ์ ๋์๋ ์กฐ๊ทธ๋ง ๊ตฌ๋ฉ์ ํต๊ณผํด ๊น์ธ์ ํ์ฌ์ ๋จธ๋ฆฌ์ ๋ง ๊ฝ๋ ๊ฒ
์ด์๋ค. ๊น์ธ์ ํ์ฌ๋ ๊ฑฐ์ธ ์ฐฝ์ ๋น์น ์์ ์ ๋ชจ์ต์ ๋ณด๊ณ ๊ฒ๋จน์ด์ ์์๋์ ๋ง๊ตฌ ํ๋ ธ๋ค.
โ์ ๊ธฐ ์ ์๋ ์ .. ์ฃฝ๋ ๊ฑด..?โ
โ์ฃฝ์ ๋ฆฌ๋ ์์ผ๋ ๊ฑฑ์ ๋ง์ธ์. ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ๋๋ฅผ ์์์ํค๋ ๊ฑด ์ ๊ฐ ํ๋ ค๋ ๊ฒ ์๋๋ ๊ฑฑ์ ์ ํ์
๋ ๋ฉ๋๋ค.โ
โ์๋ ์ ๊ธฐโฆโฆ๋๋ฅผ ์ฝ์ ์๋ ์๋ค๋ ๊ฑด ์์ค์ด๋ ๋งํ์์๋ ์ฝ์ด๋ณธ ์๊ธฐ์ธ ๊ฑฐ ๊ฐ์์..โ
์์ฌ๋ ๊ทธ๋ฅ ์ฝ๊ธ ์๋๋ ๋ฐ๋ํธ์ ์์ ์์ ์ ๋จธ๋ฆฌ์๋ ๊น์ธ์ ํ์ฌ์๊ฒ ์์ด ๋ ๊ฐ์ ํฌ๋ฉง์
์์ฐ๊ณ ๋ ์๊ธฐ ์์ผ๋ก ๋์ฌ๋ฅผ ์กฐ์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ๋ ๋ง์น ์ด๋ฏธ ์ด๋ ์๋ฆฌ์ ์นจ์ ๊ฝ์ผ๋ฉด ๋๋์ง ์๋
๊ฒ์ฒ๋ผ ์ ์์ ์ง์ฒด๋ ์์ด ์ฃผ๋จธ๋์์ ์นจ ๋ ๊ฐ๋ฅผ ๊บผ๋ด ๋จธ๋ฆฌ์ ์์ชฝ์ ๋ ๊ฐ์ ์นจ์ ๊ฝ์๋ค.
โ์ ๊ทผ๋ฐ ์ ๋ค๊ฑฐ๋ ๊ทธ๋์ผ ํ๋ ๊ฑฐ ์๋.. ๊ฐ์?โ
โ๋๋ง ์ ์ ๊ฐ์ผ์์ฃ .โ
๊น์ธ์ ํ์ฌ๊ฐ ๋ง ๊ฑธ๊ธฐ๊ฐ ๋ฌด์ญ๊ฒ ์์ฌ๋ ๋จ๋ง๊ธฐ์ ๋ฒํผ์ ์ผฐ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ์ด์ด์ง๋ ๊น์ธ์ ํ์ฌ์
๋น๋ช .
โ์ผ์ ์์ ์ด๊ฒ ๋ญก๋๊น?!!โ
โ์ ์ด๋ฐ ๋์ ์ฑ ๊ฐ์ผ์๊ธฐ๋ ์ ์ ์ค์์น๋ฅผ ์ผ๋ฒ๋ ธ๋ ๋ณด๊ตฐ์.โ
๊น์ธ์ ํ์ฌ๋ ์ค์ค๋ก ๊ฟ์ ๊พธ๊ณ ์๋ ๊ฒ์ธ๊ฐ ๋ผ๋ ์๊ฐ์ ํ๋ค. ์๋ํ๋ฉด ๊ฐ์๊ธฐ ๋์์ ์๋
์์ฌ์ ๊นํ์ ํ์ฌ๊ฐ ๋ชจ๋ ์ฌ๋ผ์ก๊ธฐ ๋๋ฌธ์ด์๋ค. ๊ฒ๋ค๊ฐ ์์ ์ด ์ง๊ธ ์์์๋ ๊ณณ์ ์ด์ ๋ฐค๋ฆ
๊ฒ๊น์ง ์์ ํ๋ ์์ฌ๊ณผ์ค์ด ์๋๋๊ฐ. ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ์์ ๋ ๋ชจ๋ฅด๊ฒ ํ์๋ฅผ ์น๋ฉฐ ์๋ฅ์์ ์ ํ๊ณ ์์
๋ค. ์์ ์ ์์ ์ ์ปดํจํฐ์ ๊ฐ์์ง๋ง ๋์์ ์ด๊ฑด โ๊ณผ๊ฑฐโ์ ์ด๋ฏธ์ง๋ผ๋ ๊ฒ์ ์๊ฐํ๊ณ ์๋ ์ค์ค
๋ก์ ๋ชจ์ต์ ๋ณด๊ณ ๋ ์์๋์ ํ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ์์๋ค. ์ด์ ์์ ์ด ์๋ฅ์์ ์ ํ๊ณ ์์ง๋ง ์ง๊ธ์ ์์
์ด ์ด์ ์ ์์ ์ ๋น์ ๋์ด ์๋ ๋๋์ด๋๊น? ๊ทธ๋ ๊ทธ ์ด์ํ ๊ฐ๊ฐ์ ์๊ฐ ๊ตฌ์ญ์ง์ด ์ฌ๋ผ์ค๋
๊ทธ ์๊ฐ ๊ฐ์๊ธฐ ๋์์ด ๊น๊นํด์ก๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ๊ทธ๋ ์์ํ ๋์ ๋ด๋ค.
โ์ด์ด ๊น์ธ์์ด! ๊ด์ฐฎ๋?!โ
์ผ๊ตด์ ๋ง์ ธ๋ณด๋ ์ถ์ถํ ๊ฒ์ด ๋๊ฐ ๋ฌผ ํ ๋ฐ๊ฐ์ง๋ฅผ ๋ผ์น์ ๊ฑฐ ๊ฐ๋ค. ๋์์ ๊นํ์ ์์ฌ๋ฐ์ฅ์ด
๋ณด์ด๋ ๊ฑธ ๋ณด๋ ์ด์์๋ ๊ฑด ๋ง๋๋ฐ ๋ญ๊ฐ ๊ธฐ๋ถ์ด ๋๋น ์ง ๊น์ธ์ ํ์ฌ์๋ค.
โ์ ๋ฐ์ฅ๋ ์ง์ง ์ ํํ ์ด๋ฌ์๋ ๊ฑฐ ์๋๋๋ค..โ
โ๋ญ ์ด์์ผ๋ ๋์ง ์๋. ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ๋ด์ง ์ ํ๊ฒ ๋ง๊ตฌ๋ง!! ํํํํโ
์๊ณ ์๋ ๊นํ์ ์์ฌ๋ฐ์ฅ์ ๋ชจ์ต์ ๋ณด๊ณ ์์๋ ๊น์ธ์ ํ์ฌ๋ ๋ ์์์ ์ธํ๊ฐ ์น๋ฐ์์ง๋ง
๋ฌด์จ ์ด๋ฐ ๊ฐ ๊ฐ์ ์ง์ ์ด ๋ค ์๋ ์ถ๋ค๊ฐ๋ ์ด๋ ์๊ฐ ๋ณธ์ธ๋ ์ด์์ผ๋ฉด ๋์์ง ๋ผ๊ณ ์๊ฐํ๋
์์ ๋ ์ด์ฒ๊ตฌ๋๊ฐ ์์ด์ ํ์์๋ง ๋์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฒ ์ผ๋ช โ๋์ ๋ํโ๋ผ ๋ถ๋ฆฌ๋ ๊ทธ ๊ธฐ๊ณ์ฅ์น์ ์ฑ
๋ฅ(?)์ ๊ฒ์ฆ๋์๊ณ , ์ธ๋ํ ์์ฌ์ค์์ ๋ฌผ ํ ๋ฐ๊ฐ์ง๋ฅผ ๋ค์ง์ด ์ฐ๊ณ ๋์์๋ ์์ ์์ ๋จธ๋ฆฌ์
์ฌ์ ํ ๊ดด์ํ ํฌ๋ฉง์ ์ฐ๊ณ ๊ทธ์ ๋๊ณต์ ํ์ธํ๊ณ ์๋ ์์ฌ์ ์ด๋์ ์ด๋ ค์๋ ์์ฌ์ค์ ๋ฌธ ๋
๋จธ์ ์ฐ๊ธ์ฐ๊ธํ ๋๋ฃ๋ค์ ๋ณด๊ณ ์์๋ ๋ค์๊ธ ์์ธํ ๊ธฐ๋ถ์ด ๋ค์๋ค. ํ์ง๋ง ์์ฌ์ ์ค๋ง๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ
์ก์ ๋ฏํ ๊นํ์ ์์ฌ๋ฐ์ฅ ํน์ ์ ๊ฒฉ์๋ ํ์ ์ ์ด ๊ธฐ๊ณ์ ๋ํ ๊ธฐ๋๊ฐ์ผ๋ก ๊ฐ๋ ์ฐจ ์๋ ๋ฏ
ํ๋ค.
๊ทธ ์์ฌ์ ์ด๋ฆ์ ํ์ง๊ท๋ผ๊ณ ํ๋ค. ์์นจ๋ถํฐ ์ผ์ฐ ํ์ง๊ท์ ๊ฒฝ์ฐฐ๋ค์ด ๋ชจ์ธ ๊ณณ์ ๊ทธ ์ฉ์์๊ฐ ์
๋ค๋ ๋ณ์์ด์๋ค. ๋ณ์์ ์ฒ์ด ์ฐ๊ฑฐ์ง ์ฐ๊ณจ์ ์๋ ์์นจ๋ถํฐ ์์ฐํ ๊ธฐ์ด์ ๋ฟ์ด๋ด๋ ๊ณณ์ด์์ง๋ง,
๊ทธ๋ณด๋ค ๋ ๊ธฐ๊ดดํ ๊ฒ์ ํ์ง๊ท์ ์ ๋ถ์ด ์ํธ์ผ์ด์ค์๋ค. ๊นํ์ ์์ฌ๋ฐ์ฅ์ ๊ฒฝ์ฐฐ์ฐจ์์๋ถํฐ ์ฉ
์์์ ๋ณ์ค์ด ์๋ ๋ณต๋๊น์ง ๊ทธ์ ์ํธ์ผ์ด์ค๊ฐ ๋ด๋ ๊ธ์์ฑ์ ์๋ฆฌ๋ ์ฌ์ง์ด ์์ฐํ ๋ณ์์ ๋ถ
์๊ธฐ์ ์ด์ธ๋ฆฌ๊ธฐ๊น์ง ํ๋ค. ํ์ง๊ท์ ๊นํ์ ์์ฌ๋ฐ์ฅ์ด ์๋ฆฌ๋ฒ ์ดํฐ๋ฅผ ํ์ ์์ ์๋ ํ ์๋ ๊ณผ
์ด๋จธ๋๊ฐ ํ์ง๊ท์ ๊ฐ๋ฐฉ์ ๋ณด๊ณ ๋ ํ ์นซ ๋๋ ๋ชจ์ต์ด์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ฌ์ ํ์ง๊ท๋ ํ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๊ตฝํ ์์ด์๊ฒ
๋ฏธ์ ์ง์ด ๋ณด์๋ค. ์คํ๋ ค ๊ทธ ์์์ด ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ํ ์ธต ๋ ๊ดด๊ธฐ์ค๋ฝ๊ฒ ๋ณด์ด๊ฒ ํ์ง๋ง ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ์์น ์๋
๋ฏํด ๋ณด์๋ค.
๊น์ธ์ ํ์ฌ๋ ๊ทธ ๊ธฐ๊ดดํ ๋ ์์ฌ์ ๊นํ์ ์์ฌ๋ฐ์ฅ์ด ์ค๊ธฐ ์ ๊น์ง ์ฉ์์ ์ธก ๋ณดํธ์ธ๊ณผ ์์ฌ์
๋ํ ์ด์ผ๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ๋ง์ณ๋๊ณ ์์ด์ผ ํ๋ค.
โ๋๋ฅผ ํตํด ๋ํ ํ์๊ฒ ๋ค๊ณ ์?โ
๋ณดํธ์ธ์ ์ฉ์์๊ฐ ๋๋ต 10๋ ์ ๋ถํฐ ํจ๊ป ์ด์์จ 40๋ ํ๋ฐ์ ์ฌ์ธ์ผ๋ก ๋ถ์ธ์ ์๋์ง๋ง ๊ฑฐ์
์ง์์ ๋๋ณด๋ค์ํผ ํด ์จ ์ฌ์ฑ์ด์๋ค. ์ฒ์ ์ฉ์์์ ์ด๊ธฐ ์์ํ์ ๋์๋ ๋ธ๊ณผ ํจ๊ป ์ด์๋ค๊ณ
ํ๋๋ฐ ํ์ฌ๋ ๋ธ์ด ๊ฐ์ถํ๊ณ ์ด๋๋ก ๊ฐ ์ฌ๋ผ์ง ์ํ๋ผ๊ณ ํ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ ์ด๋์์๋ ๋ณผ ์ ์๋ ์ค
๋ ์ฌ์ฑ์ฒ๋ผ ํ๋ง๋จธ๋ฆฌ์ ๋ค์ ํตํตํ ์ฒดํ์ ์์ ํค์ ์ฌ์ฑ์ด์์ง๋ง ๊ฒฝ๊ณ์ฌ์ด ๋ฌด์ฒ ๊ฐํ๋ค.
โ๊ทธ๊ฒ ๋ญ์ง ์๊ณ ํ๊ฒ ์ด์? ๊ฒ๋ค๊ฐ ์ฐ๋ฆฐ ๋ณํธ์ฌ ์์ด๋ ์๋ฌด๋ฐ ์๊ธฐ๋ ์ ํฉ๋๋ค.โ
โ์์ฃผ๋จธ๋. ์ด ๊ฒ์ฐฐ์์ ํ์ฉํ ๊ธฐ๊ณ์ธ๋ฐ๋ค๊ฐ ๋น์ ๋ค ๋ณํธ์ฌ๋ ๊ฒ์ฐฐ๊ณผ ๊ฒฝ์ฐฐ์ ์๊ตฌ๋ฅผ ๊ฑฐ๋ถํ ๊ถ๋ฆฌ
๊ฐ ์์ด์~โ
์์นจ๋ถํฐ ๊น์ธ์ ํ์ฌ๋ ๊นํ์ ํ์ฌ๋ฅผ ๋์ ํด ์์ฃผ๋จธ๋์ ์ค๋์ด๋ฅผ ๋ฒ์ด๋๋ผ ๋จธ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ์ง๋๊ฑฐ๋ ธ์ง
๋ง 5๋ถ ์๋ค ๋์ฐฉํ ๊นํ์ ์์ฌ๋ฐ์ฅ์๊ฒ ํผ๋ ์ง๋ ๋ชจ๋ฅด๊ฒ ๋ค๋ ์๊ฐ์ ๋ง์์ด ์กฐ๊ธํด์ ธ ์์๋ค.
์๊ณ์ ์์ฃผ๋จธ๋๋ฅผ ์ณ๋ค๋ณด๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ๋ณตํ๋ ์ฐฐ๋์ ์๋ฆฌ๋ฒ ์ดํฐ์ ๋์ฐฉ ์๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ๋ค๋ ธ๋ค.
โ๋ต!โ
โ๋๋ฅด๋ฅตโ
โ์ฒ ์ปค๋ฉ ์ฒ ์ปค๋ฉ ์ฒ ์ปค๋ฉโ
โ์ ๋ฒ ์ ๋ฒ ์ ๋ฒ โ
์๋ฆฌ๋ฒ ์ดํฐ ๋ฌธ์ด ์ด๋ฆฌ๊ณ ์๋๋ฌ์ด ์ ๋ถ์ด๋ค์ด ๋ถ๋ชํ๋ ์๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ๋ค๋ฆฌ์ ๊น์ธ์ํ์ฌ๋ ์๊ฐ ํ ์นซํ
๊ณ ๋ฑ๊ณจ์ด ์๋ํด์ก๋ค. ๊นํ์ ์์ฌ๋ฐ์ฅ์ ์ฌ๋ ๋์ฒ๋ผ ๋ ์นด๋ก์ด ๋์ด๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ํ๊ณ ๋ ์์ฅ์ ์ฉ์์
์ ๋ณ์ค ์์ผ๋ก ํฅํ๊ณ ํ์ง๊ท๋ ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ๋ผ ์กฐ์ฉํ ๊ฑธ์๋ค. ๊น์ธ์ํ์ฌ๋ ์์ผ๋ก ์ด์ ์ฃฝ์๋ค ์ถ
์ ์ฆ์์ ๊นํ์ ์์ฌ๋ฐ์ฅ์ด ๊ทธ์๊ฒ ํธํต์ ์ณค๋ค.
โ๊น์ธ์์ด! ๋ด๊ฐ ๊ทธ ์ค๋นํ๋ผ๊ณ ํ ๊ฑด ๋ค ํ๋?โ
โ๋ฐ.. ๋ฐ์ฅ๋โ
๊นํ์ ์์ฌ๋ฐ์ฅ์ ์ฑํผ์ฑํผ ๊น์ธ์ํ์ฌ์๊ฒ ๊ฑธ์ด์ ๊ท๋ฅผ ์ก์๋น๊ธฐ๋๋ ๊ท์๋ง์ ํ๋ค.
โ์ผ ์๋ง ์์ค๋ง ํ๋๋ ๋ชป ๋ค๋ฃจ๋?โ
โ์์ค๋ง๋ผ๋์!โ
๊ท์๋ง์ ๋์น์ฑ๋์ง ์ฉ์์์ ๋ณดํธ์ธ์ธ ์ค๋ ์ฌ์ฑ์ด ๊ธฐ๋ถ ๋์๋ค๋ ํ์ ์ผ๋ก ํ์ฌ๋ค์ ์ณ๋ค๋ณด์
๋ค. ์์์ ์กฐ์ฉํ ์๋ ํ์ง๊ท๊ฐ ๋ถ์ฅ ์์ฃผ๋จธ๋ ์์ผ๋ก ๋ค๊ฐ๊ฐ๋๋ ์์ผ๋ฉด์ ๋งํ๋ค.
โ์ฌ๋ชจ๋, ์ ๊ฐ ๊ทธ ๋๋ก ๋ํํ๊ฒ ๋ค๋ ์์ฌ์ธ๋ฐ ๋ง์ด์ฃ , ๋ฐ๊นฅ์๋ฐ๊ป์ ์ต๊ทผ์ผ์ ๊ธฐ์ต์ ๋ชปํ์ ๋ค
๊ธธ๋ ๊ทธ๊ฒ๋ ์น๋ฃํด ๋๋ฆด ๊ฒธ ์กฐ์ฌ๋ ํ ๊ฒธํด์ ํ๊ฒ ๋ค๋ ๊ฒ๋๋ค.โ
โ์๋ ๊ทธ ๊ธฐ๊ณ๊ฐ ๋ญ๋ฐ ๊ทธ ์๋ฐ ๋๋ฅผ ๊ณ ์น๋ค๋ ๊ฒ๋๊น? ๊ฐ๋ง ๋ด๋ฒ๋ ค๋๋ฉด ๊ธฐ์ต๋ ฅ์ด ๋์์ฌ ์๋ ์
๋ค๋๋ฐ. ์ ํ์ฌ๋ผ๋ ์ฌ๋ํํ ์๋ง ๋ค์ด๋ ์์ ์ฌ์ด๋น๋๋ง. ์ฌ์ด๋น์์ฌ๋ฐ์ ์์งํ ๊ฒ ์๋ ๊ฑฐ
๋ณด๋ ๊ฒฝ์ฐฐ๋ค์ด ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฒ ๋ฅ๋ ฅ์ด ์์ด์?โ
์ค๋ ์ฌ์ฑ์ ๋ง์ ๋ฃ์๋ง์ ๊น์ธ์ํ์ฌ๋ ์ฑํด์ ๋ชธ์ด ์์ผ๋ก ์ ๋ ธ์ง๋ง ๊นํ์ ์์ฌ๋ฐ์ฅ์ ๊น์ธ
์ ํ์ฌ์๊ฒ ์์ ๋ป์ด ๊ทธ์ ํ๋์ ์ ์งํ๋ค. ํ์ง๊ท๋ ์ค๋ ์ฌ์ฑ์ ํฅ๋ถ์ ์ ์ ๋๋ ๋ค๋ก ํ๊ฑธ
์ ๋ฌผ๋ฌ์ ๋น์ฐํ ๊ทธ๋ด ์๋ ์๋ค๋ ํฌ๋ก ๋๋ต์ ํ๋ค.
โ๋ง์ ๋ถ๋ค๊ป์ ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฒ ์๊ฐํ์์ง์. ์ฌ์ง์ด ์ฌ๊ธฐ ๊ณ์ ํ์ฌ ๋ถ๋ค๋ ๊ฒ์ฐฐ์์ ์ด ์์ฌ๋ฐฉ๋ฒ์ ํ
์ฉํ๊ธฐ ์ ๊น์ง๋ ๋ฏฟ์ง ์์ผ์ จ์ต๋๋ค.โ
๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ๊ทธ๋ ์ฉ์์์ ๋ณ์ค ๋ฌธ ์ชฝ์ผ๋ก ๋ค๊ฐ๊ฐ ๋ฌธ์ ๋ซ๋ ค์๋ ์ฐฝ์ผ๋ก ์ฉ์์์ ์นจ์์ ์ณ๋ค๋ณด๋ฉฐ
๋ง์ ์ด์๋ค.
โ์ ํฌ๋ ๊ทธ ๋ถ์ ๋ฌด์ฃ์ผ ๊ฐ๋ฅ์ฑ์ ๋ฐฐ์ ํ ์ ์์ด์ ํ์ธํ๊ณ ์ ํ๋ ๊ฒ๋๋ค. ๋ฌด์ฃ์ด์๋ฉด ๊ตณ์ด ์ด
๋ ์์ฌ๋ฐฉ๋ฒ๋ ๊ฑฐ๋ถํ์ค ์ด์ ๊ฐ ์๊ฒ ์ง์.โ
ํ์ง๊ท๊ฐ ์ค๋ ์ฌ์ฑ์ ํฅํด ๋ ์นด๋ก์ด ๋๋น์ ๋ณด๋ด์ ๊นํ์ ์์ฌ๋ฐ์ฅ์ ์ฒ์ฒํ ์ค๋ ์ฌ์ฑ์๊ฒ ๋ค
๊ฐ๊ฐ์๋ ๋ง์ ์ด์๋ค.
โ๊น์ถ์์จ, ๋ฑ ํ๋ฃจ ์ค๋๋ง ์์ฌ๋ฅผ ํ๋ฉด ๋ฉ๋๋ค. ํฌ๊ฒ ๊ฑฑ์ ํ์ค ๊ฒ๋ ์๊ณ , ํ์ง๊ท ์์ฌ ๋ง ๋ฐ๋ง๋ค
๋ฐ๊นฅ ์๋ฐ๊ป์ ๋ฌด์ฃ์ด์๋ฉด ๋ฌด์ฃ์ด์ ๊ฒ๋๋ค. ์ด ์์ฌ๋ฐฉ๋ฒ์ ์๋ง์ ์์ฌ๋ฐฉ๋ฒ ์ค ํ๋์ผ ๋ฟ. ๊ฒฐ๊ตญ
์ฆ๊ฑฐ๊ฐ ๋ชจ๋ ๊ฑธ ๋งํ ํ ๋ ๊ฑฑ์ ๋ง์์ง์.โ
์ค๋ ์ฌ์ฑ์ ๋จธ๋ญ๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ๋๋ ๋ฐฉ๋ฌธ์ ์ด๊ณ ๋ ๋์์๋ ์ฉ์์์๊ฒ ๋ค๊ฐ๊ฐ๋ค. ๋ฐฉ์ ๋ณธ๋ 2์ธ์ค์ด์ง๋ง
์ฉ์์์ ์นจ์๋ง ์์ด ํตํ๊ฒ ๋๊ปด์ง๋ ๊ณณ์ด์๋ค. ๊นํ์ ์์ฌ๋ฐ์ฅ, ๊น์ธ์ ํ์ฌ, ํ์ง๊ท๋ ์ค๋
์ฌ์ฑ์ ๋ค๋ฐ๋ผ ์ฐจ๋ก๋ก ๋ค์ด๊ฐ๋ค. ์ํ์ ๋ฐฉ์ ํ๊ด๋ฑ์ด ํ์ธต ๋ฐฉ์ ์ฐ๋ ํ๊ฒ ๋ง๋๋ ๋ฏ ํ๋ค. ๋ฐ๊นฅ
์ ๋ฐ์ ์ค๋ด์ ๋ฌ๋ฆฌ ๋จน๊ตฌ๋ฆ์ด ๋ผ์ด ๊ณง ๋น๋ผ๋ ๋ด๋ฆด ๋ฏํ ๋ชจ์ต์ด์๋ค. ์ค๋ ์ฌ์ฑ์ ์ฉ์์๋ฅผ ๊ฐ
๋ฆฌ๊ณ ์๋ ์ปคํผ์ ๊ฑท์ด ์ ๋ฆฌํ๊ณ ๋ ์ด๋์ด ๋ฐ๊นฅ ๋๋ฌธ์ ๊ฑฐ์ธ์ฒ๋ผ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ๋ฑ๊ณผ ๋์์๋ ์ฉ์์๋ฅผ
๋น์ถ๋ ์ฐฝ๋ฌธ์ ๋ฑ์ง๊ณ ๋ ์ฝ๊ฐ ์ฌ๋ฉํ ๋ฏธ์๋ฅผ ์ง์ผ๋ฉฐ ๋งํ๋ค.
โํต์ฆ์ด ์ฌํด์ ๊ทผ๋ฐ ์ด ์๋ฐ์ด ์ง๊ธ ์๋ฉด์ ๋ฅผ ๋ง๊ณ ์๊ณ ์์ด์ ํ ๋ช ์๊ฐ์ ๋ชป ์ผ์ด ๋ ํ ๋ฐ
์๊ด์๊ฒ ์ง์?โ
โ์คํ๋ ค ์ ๋๊ตฐ์.โ
ํ์ง๊ท๋ ์กฐ๊ธ๋ ๋นํฉํ ๊ธฐ์ ์์ด ์ค๋ ์ฌ์ฑ์ ์ณ๋ค๋ณด๋ฉฐ ๋๋ตํ๋ค. ์ค๋ ์ฌ์ฑ์ ์์๋๋ก ๋๊ฐ
ํ ํ์ ์ ์ง์์ผ๋ ํ์ง๊ท๋ ์กฐ๊ธ๋ ๋ฏธ๋ํ์ง ์์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ์ด๋ด ๊ณง ์ํธ์ผ์ด์ค๋ฅผ ์ผ๋ถ๋ฌ ๋ ํฐ
์๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋ด์ ์ ๋ ๊ฒ์ ํ์ธํ๋ ค๋ ๋ง๋ฅ ํ์์ ์นจ๋ ์์ ๋์ฌ์ง ํ ์ด๋ธ ์์ ์ ๋ถ์ด๋ค์ด ๋ถ๋ช
ํ๋ ๋ ์นด๋ก์ด ์๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ์๋๋ฝ๊ฒ ๋ด๋ฉฐ ์ฌ๋ ค๋์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ๋ ๊น์ธ์ ํ์ฌ์๊ฒ ์ด ๋ณ์ค๋ก ์นจ๋ ํ
๋๋ง ๊ฐ์ ธ๋ค ์ฃผ๊ฒ ๋๋๊ณ ๋ถํ์ ํ๋ค. ํ์ง๊ท๋ ํ ์ด๋ธ ์์ ์ํธ์ผ์ด์ค๋ฅผ ์ด๊ณ ๋ ์ฐจ๊ทผ์ฐจ๊ทผ ๊ทธ
ํด๊ดดํ ์ ์ฒ ํฌ๋ฉง ๋ ๊ตฌ์ ๋จ๋ง๊ธฐ, ์ ์ ์ด ์ฐ๊ฒฐ๋์ด์๋ ์นจ๋ค ํ์ค, ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ๋ณ์์์ ํํ ๋ณผ ์
์๋ ์ฌ๋ฐ์ธก์ ๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ๊บผ๋๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ๋ง์ง๋ง์ผ๋ก ๋๊บผ์ด ์ฐ์ต์ฅ๊ณผ ๊ฒ์์ ๋ง์ปค ์ธ ์๋ฃจ๋ฅผ ๊บผ๋๋ค.
์ค๋ ์ฌ์ฑ์ ํ์ง๊ท์ ์ํธ์ผ์ด์ค๋ณด๋ค ํ์ธต ๋ ๊ดด๊ธฐ์ค๋ฌ์ด ์ฅ์น๋ฅผ ๋ณด๊ณ ๋ ์ด์ด์๋ค๋ ํ์ ์ ์ง
์๋ค.
๊นํ์ ์์ฌ๋ฐ์ฅ์ ์ฝ๊ฐ ๊ธด์ฅ๋ ์ผ๊ตด๋ก ์นจ์์ ๋์์๋ ์ฉ์์๋ฅผ ์ณ๋ค๋ณด๊ณ ์์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ์ฆ๊ฑฐ๊ฐ
์์ด ์ด ์ฉ์์๋ฅผ ์ฒดํฌํ์ง ๋ชปํ๊ณ ์ด ๋ณ์ค์ ๋์์๋ ๋ชจ์ต์ ์ง์ผ๋ณด๊ณ ์๋ค๋ ๊ฒ ์์ฒด๋ง์ผ๋ก๋
๋ถํ ๋ง์์ด ๋ค์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๊ธฐ์ ๊ทธ๋ ํ์ง๊ท์๊ฒ ๋ง์ ๊ธฐ๋๋ฅผ ๊ฑธ๊ณ ์์๋ค. ์ค์ค๋ก ์๊ฐํ๊ธฐ์๋
์ฌ์ด๋น ์ต๋ฉด์ ์ฌ๋ ํ์ง๊ท๋ ๋ค๋ฆ์๋ค ์๊ฐํ์ง๋ง, ํ์ง๊ท๊ฐ ๋ฒํ ๋น์์ ๊ธฐ์ต, ๊ทธ ์ค์์๋ ์ง๋ฌธ
์ด๋ ํํ, ์ฒด์ก์ด ๋จ์์ ๋งํ ๋ฌผ๊ฑด์ด๋ผ๋๊ฐ ์ฅ์๋ง์ด๋ผ๋ ์์๋ผ ์ ์๋ค๋ฉด ๊ฒฝ์ฐฐ์ ์ฆ๊ฑฐ๋ฅผ ํ
๋ณดํ ์ ์๊ธฐ ๋๋ฌธ์ ์ง๊ธ ๋น์ฅ์ ํ์ง๊ท๋ฅผ ๋ฏฟ์ด๋ณผ ์ ๋ฐ์ ์์๋ค. ์ผ๋ง๋ ๊ธฐ๋ค๋ ค์๋ ๋ฒ์ธ์ธ๊ฐ.
ํ์ง๋ง ์์ฌ๋ฅผ ์งํํ๋ ๊ฒ์ ํ์ง๊ท์ด๊ธฐ์ ๊นํ์ ์์ฌ๋ฐ์ฅ์ ๊ทธ๊ฐ ์ค์ผ์น๋ถ์ ๊ทธ๋ ค๋ด๊ฑฐ๋ ์ ์ด
๋ด๋ ๋ด์ฉ ์ด์ธ์๋ ์ ํ ๋ณผ ์ ์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๊ธฐ ๋๋ฌธ์ ๊ฒฝ์ฐฐ์ด ์ํ๋ ์ง๋ฌธ์ ๋ํ ๋ต์ ์ฐพ๊ธฐ ์ํด
์ ํ์ง๊ท์ ๋ง์ ๋ง์ถฐ๋์์ผ๋ง ํ๋ค.
โ์ ๊ธฐ ์์ฌ์๋ฐ, ์์ฌ์ ์ด์ ์ ์ ์ ์ผ๋ก ๊ฒฝ์ฐฐ์ด ์ฆ๊ฑฐ๋ฅผ ์ฐพ์ ์ ์์ ๋งํ ์ฅ์๋ผ๋๊ฐ ๋ฌผ๊ฑด์
๋ฐ๊ฒฌํ๋ ๊ฑฐ์. ๊ทธ ๋ฒ์ธ์ด ๋ฒํ์ ์ ์ง๋ฅด๋ ์๊ฐ์ ๋น์ ์ด ๋ณผ ์๋ ์๊ฒ ์ง๋ง ๊ทธ ์๊ฐ์ ๋ชฉ๊ฒฉํ
์ฌ๋์ด ์๋ ์ด์ ์ฃฝ์ธ ๊ธฐ์ต๋ง์ผ๋ก๋ ์ฉ์์๋ฅผ ๋ชป ์ก์ ๋ฃ๋๋ค๋ ๊ฑด ์๊ณ ์์ด์ผ ํ ๊ฑฐ์.โ
โ์ ์๊ฒ ์ต๋๋ค. ํนํ ํ๊ธฐ์ ๊ด๋ จ๋ ๊ฒ์ ์ค์ ์ ์ผ๋ก ๋ณด๋๋ก ํ์ง์.โ
โ๊ทธ๋์ ๋ ๊ทธ ๋ฌด์จ ์๋ก ์ฉ์์์ ๋์๋ฅผ ์ป์ด๋ด๋ ค๊ณ ํ๋? ๋น์ ๋ ์๊ฒ ์ง๋ง ๋ฌต๋น๊ถ ํ์ฌ๋ผ๋ ๊ฒ
๋ ์์ด์ ๋ง์ด์ง..โ
๋ณ์์ ๋์ฐฉํ๊ธฐ ๋ ์๊ฐ ์ , ํ์ง๊ท์ ๊นํ์ ์์ฌ๋ฐ์ฅ์ ๋ณ์์ ์ค๋ ๊ธธ, ์ฐจ ์์์ ์ด์ผ๊ธฐ๋ฅผ
๋๋๊ณ ์์๋ค. ์ง๊ฒน๋๋ก ๋ฐ๋ณต๋๋ ๋ฌผ์๊ฐ๊ฐ ๋ ์ฒ ํ๊ฒฝ์ ๋ณด๋ฉฐ ์ด์ผ๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ํ๊ณ ์์ผ๋ ์ด๋ค ๋ง๋
์๋ฏธ์ฌ์ฅํ๊ฒ ๋ค๋ฆฌ๋ ๋ฏ ํ๋ค. ์ด์ ๋๋ฅผ ์ก๊ณ ์๋ ๊นํ์ ์์ฌ๋ฐ์ฅ์ ๋ฌผ์๊ฐ ๋๋ฌธ์ ์์ผ๊ฐ ์ข
์์ ธ ๋ชธ์ ๋ฐ์ง ์์ผ๋ก ๋น๊ฒจ ์์ ์ดํผ๋๋ผ ์ฌ๊ฐ ์ด์ ํ๊ธฐ๊ฐ ์ฑ๊ฐ์๋๊ฒ ์๋์์ง๋ง ๋ณด์กฐ์์ ํ
์ง๊ท๋ ๋๊ธํ๊ฒ ์ข์์ ๋ฑ์ ๊ธฐ๋๊ณ ์๊ฐ ์์ ๋ณด์ด๋ ๋๋ฌด๋ค์ ๊ทธ๋ฆผ์๋ฅผ ์์ํ๋ฉฐ ๋ง์ ์ด์๋ค.
โ๊ทธ๊ฑด ๊ฑฑ์ ์ ํ์ ๋ ๋ฉ๋๋ค. ๋ณ์์ ์ ํํด๋ณด๋ ๋คํ ์ด๋ ํ์๋ ์ ์ ์ ๋๋ก ์์ง ๋ชปํด์ ์
๋ฉด์ ๋ฅผ ๋ณต์ฉ์ํจ๋ค๊ณ ํ๋๊ตฐ์. ํนํ ๋ฐค๊ณผ ์๋ฒฝ์ ๊นจ์ด์๊ณ ์์นจ์ ๊ผญ ์๋ฉด์ ๋ฅผ ์ฐพ๋ ๋ค๊ณ ํ๋,
์ฐ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ๋์ฐฉํ์ ์ฆ์์๋ ์ด๋ฏธ ์๊ณ ์์ ๊ฒ๋๋ค. ์๊ณ ์๋ ์ํฉ์ด๋ฉด ์ผ๋จ ์ ๊ฐ ์ด๋ ๊ธฐ์ต์
์ง์ด๋๊ฐ๋ ๊ทธ์ ๋ํ ์ ํญ์ ์์ ํ ๋ ์คํ๋ ค ์์ฌ์๋ ๋์์ด ๋์ง์.โ
์ฐจ์ฐฝ ๋ฐ์ ๋ณด๋ฉฐ ์กฐ๊ณค์กฐ๊ณค ๋ง์ ํ๋ ํ์ง๊ท์๊ฒ ๊นํ์ ์์ฌ๋ฐ์ฅ์ ๋ฌผ์๊ฐ๊ฐ ์ด์ง ๊ฑทํ ๋ถ๊ทผ์ด
๋ํ๋์ ์ปคํผ ํ ๋ชจ๊ธ์ ๋ค์ด๋ง์๊ณ ๋ ๋ง์ ์ด์ด๊ฐ๋ค.
โ์๋ ๊ทผ๋ฐ ์ ๋ง ์ผ๋จ ๊ฒฝ์ฐฐ์ ๋ณ์์ ๋ชป ๋ค์ด ๊ฐ๋๋ฐ ์ ์์ด๋ฆ์ ํ๋ ๋ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์ง๊ณ ์์ฌ๊ถ์ด ํ
์ฉ๋๋ค๋ ๋ด๊ฐ ์ ์์ด๋ฆ์ ๋ค์ด๋ ๋ดค์ด๋ ๊ทธ๋ฐ ์กด์ฌ์ธ์ค์ ๋ชฐ๋๊ตฌ๋จผ.โ
โ๊ฒฐ๊ตญ ๋ชจ๋ ๊ฑด ์ฐ๊ตฌ์ ์ฐ์ฅ์ ์ด๊ธฐ ๋๋ฌธ์ด์ง์โฆโฆโ
ํ์ธต ๋ฌผ์๊ฐ๊ฐ ์์ฑํ ๋ค๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ๋์ค์ ํ์ง๊ท๋ ์ฐจ์ฐฝ์ ๋ด๋ ธ๋ค. ์ฐฝ ๋ฐ์์ ๋ค์ด์ค๋ ๋๊ธฐ์ ์ต๊ธฐ
๊ฐ ๊นํ์ ์์ฌ๋ฐ์ฅ์ ์ผ๊ตด์ ๋ฟ์ ๊ทธ๋ ์ด๋ด ๋ ์ปคํผ ํ ๋ชจ๊ธ์ ๋ค์ด ๋ง์ จ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ํ์ง๊ท๋
์ฐฝํ์ ํ์ ๊ธฐ๋์ด ํฑ์ ๊ดด๊ณ ๋ ์ฐจ์ฐฝ ๋ฐ์ ๋ด๋ค๋ณด๋ฉฐ ์ด์ผ๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ์ด์ด๋๊ฐ๋ค.
โ๋ญ ์ ๊ฐ ๋์ด ์์ฌ๋ค ์ค์ ์ค์ ๋ก ์๋ฐฑ์ ๋ฐ์๋ธ ์ฌ๋ก๋ ์์ผ๋.. ์ ๊ฐ ๋จ์ง ํฅ๋ฏธ๋ก์ด ์์ฌ๋ฐฉ์
์ ๋ณด์ฌ๋๋ฆฌ๊ธฐ ์ํด์ ์จ๊ฑด ์๋๋ผ๋ ๊ฒ์ ์์๋ฉด ์ข๊ฒ ๊ตฐ์. ๊ฒ๋ค๊ฐ ์ ๋ฒ์ ๊น์ธ์ํ์ฌ๋์ฒ๋ผ ์ด
๋ฏธ ์ผ์์ ์ธ ๊ธฐ์ต์ ๋ผ๋ด์ด ์๊ตฌ์ ์ธ ๊ธฐ์ต์ผ๋ก ๋จ์์๋ ๊ฒฝ์ฐ๋ผ๋ฉด ๊ฑฐ์ง๋ง ํ์ง๊ธฐ ์ฌ์ฉ์ ๋ณํํ
์ฌ ์๋ฐฑ์ ์ ๋ํ๋ ๊ฒ์ฏค์ ์ด๋ ค์ด ์ผ๋ ์๋์ง์. ๊ทธ๋ ๊ธฐ ๋๋ฌธ์ ์ด๋ฒ ์ฉ์์๋ ์๊ตฌ์ ์ธ ๊ธฐ์ต
์ ์ถ์ ํ๋ ๊ฒ ์ด์์ผ๋ก ์์ด๋ฒ๋ฆฐ ์ผ์์ ์ธ ๊ธฐ์ต์ ์ผ์ข ์ ์๊ทน์ผ๋ก ๊นจ์ด๋ธ๋ค๋ ์ ์์ ์ ์ฐ๊ตฌ
์ ์๋ก์ด ์คํ๋์์ด ๋๋ ์ ์ ๋๋ค.โ
ํ์ง๊ท๋ ์กฐ๊ธ๋ ๋ง์ค์ ์์ด ๋์ ํ๊ฒ ์ฉ์์๋ฅผ ์๋ก์ด ์คํ์ ์ผ๋ถ๋ผ๊ณ ์ธ๊ธํ์ง๋ง ์ฐจ ๋ฐ์์
๋ค์ด์ค๋ ํ๊ธฐ ๋๋ฌธ์ผ๊น ์๋ก์ด ์ฐ๊ตฌ์ ๋ํ ํฅ๋ถ์ผ๊น ํฑ์ ๊ดด๊ณ ์๋ ๊ทธ์ ๋จ๋ฆฌ๋ ์์์ ํฅ๋ถ
๊ณผ ๊ธด์ฅ์ ๋๋ ์ ์์๋ค. ๊นํ์ ์์ฌ๋ฐ์ฅ์ ๋ฌผ์๊ฐ๊ฐ ์์ฑํ ๋ค๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ์ง๋ ์์ผ๊ฐ ํ๋ณด๋์ ์
ํฌ๋ ธ๋ ๋ชธ์ ํด๊ณ ๋ํ๋ฅผ ์ด์ด๊ฐ๋ค.
โ๊ทธ๋ฐ๋ฐ ๊ทธ ์ด๋ค ์ธ๋ฌผ์ด ๋์ด ์ฉ์์์ ๊ธฐ์ต์ ๋์ง์ด ๊ฐ๋ค๋ ๊ฑด์ง ์ดํด๊ฐ ์ ์ ๋๋๋ฐโฆโฆโ
ํ์ง๊ท๋ ๊ธฐ๋ค๋ ธ๋ค๋ ๋ฏ์ด ์ฐจ์ฐฝ์ ์ฌ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ๋ ๋ง์ ์ด์ด๊ฐ๋ค.
โ์ฌ๋์ ๊ธฐ์ต์ ์กฐ์ํ ์ ์์ต๋๋ค. ๋์ผ๋ก ๋ณธ ๊ฒ, ๊ท๋ก ๋ค์ ๊ฒ, ์ฝ๋ก ๋์ ๋งก์ ๊ฒ, ์์ผ๋ก ๋ง
์ง ๊ฒ ๋ชจ๋ ์ฃผ๊ด์ ์ผ๋ก ๊ธฐ์ต๋์ฃ . ์ธ์ง ์กฐ์ฐจ๋ ์ฃผ๊ด์ ์ด๋๊น์. ๋ฐ์ฅ๋์ด ์ด๋ ๊ฐ๊ฒ๋ฅผ ์ง๋๊ฐ์
๋ ๊ธฐ๋ฆ๋์๊ฐ ๋ฌ๋ค๊ณ ํด์ ์นํจ ์ง์ด๋ผ๊ณ ๊ธฐ์ตํ ์๋ ์์ง๋ง, ์ค์ ์นํจ ์ง์ด ์๋๋ผ ์ค๊ตญ์ง์ผ
์๋ ์์ง์. ํ์ง๋ง ์กฐ์๋ ๊ธฐ์ต์ด๋ ์ง์ค๋ ๊ธฐ์ต์ด๋ ๋ญ๊ฐ ์ด์ง๊ฐ์ด๋ผ๋๊ฐ ์ํ๊ฐ์ด ๋๊ปด์ง๋
์๊ฐ์ ๋๋ ๋ญ๊ฐ ๊ธฐ์ต์ด ์๋ชป ๋๋ค๋ ๊ฒ์ ์ธ์งํ์ง์. ์นํจ ์ง์ด๋ผ ์๊ฐํ๋ ํ๊น๊ฐ๊ฒ์์ ์ฒ
๊ฐ๋ฐฉ์ด ์น์ด์ง ์คํ ๋ฐ์ด๊ฐ ์ฃผ์ฐจ๋ ๊ฒ์ ๋ฌด์ฌ์ฝ ์ง๋์ณค๋ค๊ฐ ๋ฌธ๋ ์๊ฐ์ด ๋๋ ๊ฒฝ์ฐ๋๊น๋์. ์ ๋
์ด์ ์ ์์ฌ์์๋ ๊ทธ ์ด์ง๊ฐ, ๊ธฐ์ต์ ์ค๋ฅ๋ฅผ ์ ์ ์ผ๋ก ์ด์ฉํด์ ๋์ ์๋นํ ์คํธ๋ ์ค๋ฅผ ๊ฐํ๋
๋ฐฉ์์ผ๋ก ์๋ฐฑ์ ์ด๋์ด๋์์ง์. ๋น ์๋ฉด์ํ์์ ์์ฌ๋์์ ๋๊ฐ ๊ธฐ์ต์ ํ์ฌ์ ์ผ๋ก ์กฐ์ํ๋ ค
๋ ๊ฒ์ ์ ๊ฐ ๊ฐ์ญํ๋ ๋ฐฉ๋ฒ๋ถํฐ ๊น์ธ์ ํ์ฌ๋ ๋์ฒ๋ผ ๋์ ์๊ฐ์์ง๋ฅผ ๋ง๋น์์ผ ์ ๊ฐ ๊ธฐ์ต์
์ต์ง๋ก ํด๋ด๊ฒ ๋ง๋๋ ๋ฐฉ๋ฒ๊น์ง ์๋นํ ๊ฐ์ ์ ์ด์์ง์. ํ์ง๋ง ์ด๋ฒ์๋ ๊ทธ ๋ฐ๋๋ก, ์ฉ์์์ ๊ธฐ
์ต ์์ ์ผ๋ถ๋ก ๋ค์ด๊ฐ ๊ฒ์ ๋๋ค. ์ฉ์์์ ๋๋ ์ ๊ฐ ์ ์ ํด ์๋ ๊ฒ์ ์ธ์งํ์ง ๋ชปํ๋ ๊ฒ์ด์ง
์. ๊ทธ๋์ ์ ๋ ์ด๋ ํ ๊ธฐ์ต ์์์๋ ์ฉ์์์ ๋ํ๋ฅผ ํ ๋๊ตฐ๊ฐ๊ฐ ๋๊ณ , ์ด๋ ํํธ์์๋ ์ฉ
์์๋ฅผ ๋ชฉ๊ฒฉํ ์ฌ๋์ด ๋๊ณ , ์ด๋ ํ ๋ถ๋ถ์์๋ ๋๋ฌผ์ด ๋ ์๋ ์์ง์. ๋ฌผ๋ก ๋ํ๋ผ๋๊ฐ ์๊ทน์
ํตํด ์ ๋ณด๋ฅผ ์์๋ผ ์๋ ์์ง๋ง, ๊ทธ ๊ฐ๋๊ฐ ๋๋ฌด ์ง๋์ณ ์ฉ์์์ ๋๊ฐ ์ด์ง๊ฐ์ ์ง๊ฐํ๋ฉด ์คํ
์.. ์๋ ์์ฌ๋ ์คํจํ ๊ฒ์ ๋๋ค.โ
๊ทธ๋ ๋ฏธ๊ฐ์ ์ ์ ์ฐ๋ฟ๋ฆฌ๋๋ ์ด๋ด ๊ณง ํ์จ์ ๋ด๋ฑ์ผ๋ฉฐ ํ์ฌํํํ ํ์ ์ ์ง์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ์๊ฒฝ์
๊ฒ์ง์๊ฐ๋ฝ์ผ๋ก ์น์ผ ์ฌ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ๋ง์ ์ด์ด๊ฐ๋ค.
โ๊ทธ๋ ๊ธฐ ๋๋ฌธ์ ์ด๋ฒ์ ๊ทน์ฌํ ๋๋์ธ์์ด ์ผ์ด๋ ๊ฒ์ ์๊ฐํด ์ ๋ ์ ๋์ ์์ง, ์ฆ ์ ๊ฐ ์ ๋
์ ์ฃผ๋๊ถ๊ณผ ์ง์ค๋ ฅ์ ์์ง ์๊ธฐ ์ํด ์๋ฉด์ ์ทจํ ๊ฒ๋๋ค. ์ง์ค๋ ฅ์ด ํ๋ ค์ง๋ ์๊ฐ ์ฉ์์๋ ์
์ ๊ฐ์ญ์ ์ธ์งํ๊ฒ ๋ ๊ฒ์ด๊ณ ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฒ ๋๋ฉด ๊ทธ์ ๊ธฐ์ต ์์ ์จ์ด ๋ค์ด๊ฐ ์ ๋ฅผ, ๊ทธ์ ๊ธฐ์ต์์ ๋ง
์๋๋ก ํ๋๋ฅผ ์ ์๊ฒ ์ง์. ์ต์ ์ ์ํฉ์ ์ ๊ฐ ์จ์ ๋ฉ๋ ๊ฒ์ ๋๋ค.โ
โ๋ญ์?!!โ
์๊ฐ ๊นํ์ ์์ฌ๋ฐ์ฅ์ ํ ์นซ ๋๋ผ ํ์ง๊ท๋ฅผ ์ณ๋ค๋ณด๋๋ผ ์์ ๋ ๋ชจ๋ฅด๊ฒ ๊ธ๋ธ๋ ์ด์ปค๋ฅผ ๋ฐ์์ง๋ง
์ฒ์ฒํ ์๋๋ฅผ ๋ค์ ์ฌ๋ฆฌ๋ฉด์ ์ปคํผ๋ฅผ ๋ช ๋ชจ๊ธ ๋ค์ดํค๋๋ ๋ค์ ์นจ์ฐฉํด์ง ๋ชฉ์๋ฆฌ๋ก ๋ฌผ์๋ค.
โ์๋ ์ฃฝ์ ์๋ ์๋ค๋, ๋๋ฌด ์ํํ ๊ฑฐ ์๋์? ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ , ๊ทธ๋ผ ์ฐ๋ฆฌ๋ ๋ฌด์จ ์๋ก ๋น์ ์ด ์ ๋๋ก
์์ฌํด ๋๊ฐ๊ณ ์๋ค๊ณ ์ ์ ์๋จ ๋ง์ด์?โ
โ์ด์ฐจํผ ์ ์ฒด๋ฅผ ์ง๋ฐฐํ๋ ๊ฒ๋ ๋ ์ ๋๋ค. ์ ๊ฐ ์์ ์์ง์ฌ ์ค์ผ์น๋ถ์ ๊ธ๋ก ํน์ ๊ทธ๋ฆผ์ผ๋ก ๋ด์ฉ
์ด๋ ์ง์๋ฅผ ์ ๋ฌํ ๊ฒ๋๋ค. ํ์ง๋ง ์ค์ผ์น๋ถ์ ์ฅ์ ๋๊ฒจ์ฃผ๊ฑฐ๋ ํ์ ๊ต์ฒดํ๋ ๊ฑด ํ์ฌ๋๊ป์
์ข ๋์์ฃผ์ ์ผ ํ๊ฒ ์ง๋ง์. ํ์์ด์์ ์๋์ง๋ฅผ ์ธ์๋ก ์ ๋ ์ ๋์ ํต์ ๊ถ์ ์์ด ๋ ์ํํ
์ผ์ด ์ผ์ด๋๊ฒ ์ง์. ๊ทธ ๋ง์ ์ฆ, ํ์ฌ๋๋ค์ ๋์์ด ๊ผญ ํ์ํ๋ค๋ ๊ฒ๋๋ค. ๋ญ ์ ์๊ฒ ์ด ๋ชจ๋ ๊ฒ
์ฐ๊ตฌ, ์ด์ง๋ง์.โ
ํ์ง๊ท๋ ๋ฏธ์๋ฅผ ์ง์ผ๋ฉฐ ๊ทธ์๋ ๋ฌ๋ฆฌ ๋จ๋ฆฌ๋ ๋ ์์ ๋ฉ์ถ๋ ค๋ ๋ฏ ์์์ ๋ง์ฃผ ๊น์ง๋ฅผ ๊ผ๋ค. ๊ทธ
์ ๊ธด์ฅ๊ณผ ํฅ๋ถ์ด ๊นํ์ ์์ฌ๋ฐ์ฅ์๊ฒ๊น์ง ์ ํด์ง๋ ๋ฏ ํ๋ค. ๊นํ์ ์์ฌ๋ฐ์ฅ์ ํ์ง๊ท์ ํ์
์ ์ฐฌ ํ์ ์ ๋ณด๊ณ ๋ ๊ฑฑ์ ํ ๊ฒ์ด ์๋ค๋ ์๊ฐ์ด ๋ค์๋ค. ์ฐ๊ตฌ๋ฅผ ์ํด์ ์์ ๋ ์คํ์ ์ฌ์ฉํ
๋ ๋ฏธ์น ๊ณผํ์์์ง๋ง ์ฐ๊ตฌ๋ฅผ ์ํด ์ฃฝ์ ์๊ฐ ๋ฐ์ ์ ์ด์ ํ์ง ์๋ ๋ฏ ํ๋ค. ๊ฒ๋ค๊ฐ ์ด๋ป๊ฒ ๋ค
์ด๋ ๋ง๋ ์ ๋๋ ์์ฌ๋ฐฉ๋ฒ์ ์์ ๋ ๋ชจ๋ฅด๊ฒ ์์งํด๋ฒ๋ฆด ๋ป ํ๋ค๋ ์๊ฐ์ ์ค์ค๋ก ํ์ฌํ ์๊ฐ
์ด ๋ค์ด ํผ์ ์์์ ์ง์๋ค.
โ๋ญ ์ฌํํผ ์ค๋์ ์์ฌ์๋ฐ ๋ง์๋๋ก ํ์ผ. ์ฐ๋ฆฐ ๋ญ ์๋ฌด ์์ ์ธ ์๊ฐ ์์ ํ ๋. ์ด๋ฏธ ์์ฌ๋
๋ ์ฌ๊ฑด ํ์ผ์ ๋ค ๋๊ฒจ์คฌ์ผ๋ ๋น์ ์ด ์์ ์ฌ๊ฑด์ ๋ํด์ ๋ชจ๋ฅด๋ ๊ฒ๋ ์๋๊ณ . ์ฉ์์๋ฅผ ๊ตฌ์
์ถ๋ ๋ญ ํ๋ ๊ฐ ๋น์ ์ด ๋ชป ์์๋ด๋ฉด ์ ์ฐ๋ฆฌ ๊ฒฝ์ฐฐ์ด ๋ฒผ๋ ๋๊น์ง ๊ทธ ๋์ ์ฐพ์๊ฐ ๊ฑฐ๋๊น ์๋ฌด๋ฐ
๊ฒฐ๊ณผ๊ฐ ์์ด๋ ์๊ด ์์๋ค. ์ ๊ทธ๋ฌ๋ฉด ์์ฌ์๋ฐ์ ์คํ์ ์คํจํ๋ ๊ฑด๊ฐ? ๊ทธ๊ฑด ์ข ์๋๋ค.โ
๊นํ์ ์์ฌ๋ฐ์ฅ์ด ํญํญ ๋ง์ ๋ด ๋ฑ์ ์ด๋ด ๊ณง ํ์ง๊ท๋ ๋ง ์๊ธฐ ์์ํ๋ค. ํ์ง๊ท ์์ฌ๋ฐ์ฅ๋
๋ฉ๋ฌ์ ๋ง๊ตฌ ์์์ง๋ง ์ข์ฒ๋ผ ์ฐจ ์์ ์์ฑํ ๋ฌผ์๊ฐ๋ ๊ฑทํ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์ ๋ณด์ด์ง ์์๋ค.
ํ์ง๊ท๋ ํ ์ด๋ธ ์์ ๊ธฐ๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ํผ์ณ๋๊ณ ์ ์ ํ์ฅ์ค์ ์ฌ์ฉํ ๋ค์ ํ ์ด๋ธ ์ ์์์ ์์ ๊น์ธ
์ ํ์ฌ๊ฐ ์นจ๋๋ฅผ ๊ฐ์ ธ์ค๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ๊ธฐ๋ค๋ฆฌ๊ณ ์์๋ค. ๊นํ์ ์์ฌ๋ฐ์ฅ์ ๋จน๊ตฌ๋ฆ์ผ๋ก ์ด๋์์ ธ ๊ฐ๋ ์ฐฝ
๋ฐ๊นฅ์ ์์ํ๊ณ ์์๋ค. ์ค๋ ์ฌ์ฑ, ํ์ง๊ท, ๊นํ์ ์์ฌ๋ฐ์ฅ์ ์๋ก ๋์ ๋ง์ฃผ์น๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ๊ธฐํผํ๋ฏ
๊ฐ์ ๋ค๋ฅธ ๊ณณ์ ์์ํ๊ณ ์์ด ๋ฐฉ์์๋ ๋ฌํ ๊ธฐ์ด์ด ๋์๋ค.
โ์ฒ ์ปน!โ
โ๋ฐ์ฅ๋ ์นจ๋ ์์ต๋๋ค!!โ
๊น์ธ์ ํ์ฌ๋ ์กฐ์ฉํ๋ ์ ๋ง์ ๊นจ๊ณ ๋์ปฅ ๋ฌธ์ ์ด๊ณ ๋ ์นจ๋๋ฅผ ๋๊ณ ๋ฐฉ์์ผ๋ก ๋ค์ด์๋ค. ๊ฐ์๊ธฐ
ํฐ ์๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ๋ฌ์ง๋ง ์ฌ์ ํ ์ฉ์์๋ ์นจ์ ์์์ ์ ๋ค์ด ์์๋ค. ํ์ง๊ท๋ ๊น์ธ์ ํ์ฌ์๊ฒ ๊ฐ์ ธ
์จ ์นจ๋๋ฅผ ์ฉ์์์ ์นจ๋ ์์ผ๋ก ์ฎ๊ฒจ๋ฌ๋ผ ๋ถํํ๊ณ ์ฉ์์์ ์นจ๋์ ๋จธ๋ฆฌ ์ชฝ์ ํ ์ด๋ธ ์ชฝ์ผ๋ก
๋๋ ธ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ์ฉ์์์ ๋จธ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ์ด์ง ๋ค์ด ํฌ๋ฉง์ ์์ฐ๊ณ ๋จธ๋ฆฌ์ ์นจ์ ๋๊ธฐ ์์ํ๋ค.
๊น์ธ์ ํ์ฌ์๊ฒ ํ ์คํธํ์ ๋์ ๋ค๋ฅด๊ฒ ์ด๋ฒ์๋ ๋ชจ๋ ์นจ์๋ ์ ์ ์ด ์ด์ด์ ธ์๊ณ ์ฌ๋ฐ์ธก์ ๊ธฐ๊น
๊ธฐ ๋ถ์ด๊ณ ๋๋ ํ์ธต ๋ ํด๊ดดํ ๋ชจ์ต์ ๋ง๋ค์ด ๋๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ฌ๊ณ ํ์ง๊ท๋ ๋ค๋ฅธ ํธ ์นจ๋์ ๋์ ํ์ชฝ
์นจ๋๋ฅผ ๊ธฐ์ธ์ฌ ์นจ๋์ ๋ฐ์ฏค ๊ธฐ๋์ด ์๋๋ ์์ ๋ ํฌ๋ฉง์ ์ฐ๊ณ , ๋จธ๋ฆฌ์ ์ด๊ณณ ์ ๊ณณ์ ์์ผ๋ก ๋๋ฌ
๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ๋ค๊ฐ ํ๋ ๋์ฉ ์นจ์ ๊ฝ๊ธฐ ์์ํ๋ค. ์นจ์ ๋ค ๊ฝ๊ณ ๋์ ์ ๊ณ ์จ ์ ์ธ ์ ๋จ์ถ๋ฅผ ํ๋๋ ์ด๋ฆฌ
์ ๋ฆฌ ๊ฐ์ดํ์ ์์ผ๋ก ์ง๋ค๊ฐ ํ๋ ๋์ฉ ์์ ์ ์ฌ์ฅ ๋ถ๊ทผ์ ์ธก์ ๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ๋ถ์๋ค.
โ์ด๊ฑฐ ๋ณด๊ณ ์๋ ๊ฒ ์์ฒด๊ฐ ์ฅ๊ด์ด๋ค์.โ
๊น์ธ์ ํ์ฌ๋ ๋์์ค ๊ฒ์ด ์๋ ์ด๋ฆฌ์ ๋ฆฌ ํ์ง๊ท์๊ฒ ๋ฌผ์ด๋ดค์ง๋ง ๋ชจ๋ ๊ฑฐ์ ๋นํ๊ณ ์ฐ๋์ปค๋ ๊น
ํ์ ์์ฌ๋ฐ์ฅ๊ณผ ์ฉ์์์ ๋๊ฑฐ์ธ ์ค๋ ์ฌ์ฑ๊ณผ ๋๋ํ ์์ ํ์ง๊ท๊ฐ ์ฅ์น๋ฅผ ์ค์นํ๋ ๊ฒ์ ์ณ๋ค
๋ณด๊ณ ์์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ค์ ๋น๋ก ๊ฒฝ์ฐฐ๊ณผ ์ฉ์์์ ๋ณํธ์ธ์ด๋ผ๋ ๊ป๋๋ฌ์ด ๊ด๊ณ์์ง๋ง ์ด๋๋ก ๋ด๋ ์ ๊ธฐ
ํ๋ค ๋ชปํด ์์ํ ์ฅ์น๋ฅผ ์ค์นํ๋ ํ์ง๊ท์ ๋ชจ์ต์ ํ๋๊ฐ์ด ์์ปค์ค์ ์ ๊ธฐํ ๋๋ฌผ์ผ๋ผ๋ ๋ณธ ๊ฒ
๊ฐ์ ํ์ ์ ์ง๊ณ ์์๋ค. ํ์ง๊ท๋ ์ ์ ์ด ๋ฌ๋ ค์๋ค ํ๋ ๋ชจ๋ ๊ฒ์ ๋ค ์ ์ฒด์ ๋ถ์ฐฉํ๊ณ ์ ํ ์ด
๋ธ ์์ ์ค์ผ์น๋ถ๊ณผ ํ์ ์ง์ด ์ก๊ณ ๋ ํ์ฌ๋ค์๊ฒ ๋งํ๋ค.
โ๊นํ์ ๋ฐ์ฅ๋ ์ ๊ฐ ๋ญ๊ฐ ์ ๊ฑฐ๋ ์์ ๋ฐ๋ก ๋ฐ๋ก ์ฝ์ผ์ญ์์ค. ๋ฌผ์ด๋ณด์๊ณ ์ถ์ ๊ฒ ์์ผ๋ฉด ๊ฐ๊น์ด
์์ ๋ง์ํด ์ฃผ์ ๋ ๋ฉ๋๋ค. ์, ์ด ์ค์ผ์น๋ถ ํ์ด์ง๋ ๋๊ฒจ์ฃผ์ ์ผ ํฉ๋๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ์๋ง ๊น์ธ์
ํ์ฌ๋์ ์ฉ์์๋ฅผ ๊ฐ์ํ์ ์ผ ํ ๊ฒ๋๋ค. ์ผ์ด ์ ๋ชป๋ผ์ ์ฉ์์๊ฐ ๊นจ์ด๋๊ฑฐ๋, ์ ๊ฐ ์ฉ์์์
๋ณดํธ์๋ถ ๋๋ฌธ์ด๋, ๊ธฐ๊ณ์ฅ์น ๋๋ฌธ์ด๋ ๋ชฉ์จ์ด ์ํ๋ก์ธ ์๋ ์๊ฑฐ๋ ์. ์, ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ์๋ง ์๊ฐ์
4์๊ฐ ์ ๋ ๊ฑธ๋ฆฌ์ง ์์๊น ์ถ์ต๋๋ค. ์ฒซ ์ด์ธ์ผ๋ก ์ถ์ ๋๋ ๋๊ฐ ์๋ 3์๊ฒฝ์ด๋ผ ๊ฑฐ์ 1๋ ์ ๋
๊ธฐ์ต์ ์ง์ด์ผ๊ฒ ๊ตฐ์.โ
ํ์ง๊ท๋ ๋จ๋ฆผ ์๋ ๋ชฉ์๋ฆฌ๋ก ๋๊ธ๋๊ธํ๊ฒ ํ์ฌ๋ค์ ํฅํด ์ด์ผ๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ์ ๋ฌํ๊ณ ๋ ๊ฐํธ์ฌ๋ฅผ ๋ถ๋ฅด๋
๋ฒจ์ ๋๋ฌ๋ฌ๋ผ๊ณ ๋ถํํ๋ค. ์ค ๋ถ ์ ๋ ์ง๋ ํ์ ๊ฐํธ์ฌ๊ฐ ๋ค์ด์ค์ ๊ฐํธ์ฌ๋ ํ์ง๊ท์๊ฒ ๋ช ๋ง
๋๋ฅผ ํ๊ณ ๋ ํ์ ๋ฌถ๊ณ ์ฃผ์ฌ๋ฅผ ๋๊ณ ํ์ฌ๋ค์๊ฒ ์ธ์ฌ๋ฅผ ํ๊ณ ๋ ๋ฐฉ์ ๋๊ฐ๋ค. ๊นํ์ ์์ฌ๋ฐ์ฅ๊ณผ
๊น์ธ์ ํ์ฌ๋ ์ฉ์์์ ๋ณดํธ์ธ์ ๋ฐ์ผ๋ก ๋ด ๋ณด๋ด๊ณ ์นจ๋ ์์ ๋์์๋ ํ์ง๊ท๋ฅผ ๋ฐ๋ผ ๋ณด์๋ค.
ํ์ง๊ท๋ ๋จ๋ง๊ธฐ์ ์ค์์น๋ฅผ ์ผ๊ณ ๊ทธ๋ค์๊ฒ ์์ง์์ ์น์ผ๋ค๊ณ ๋ ๋์ ์์ํ ๊ฐ์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ๋
์์ ๋ป์ด ๋จ๋ง๊ธฐ์ ์ค์์น๋ฅผ ์ผฐ๋ค.
โ์ด์ ๋๋จธ์ง๋ ๋ชจ๋ ์์ฌ์ ์์ด ํ๊ธฐ์ ๋ฌ๋ ค ์๊ตฐ.โ
๋์ ๊ฐ๊ณ ์ด๋ ์์์ ํ์ง๊ท๋ ๊นํ์ ์์ฌ๋ฐ์ฅ์ ๋ชฉ์๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋ฃ๊ณ ๋ ์์ ์์ง์ฌ V์๋ฅผ ๊ทธ๋ ค
๋ณด์๋ค. ์ฌ์ค V์๋ฅผ ์์ ์์ง์ฌ ๋ด๋ณด์๋์ง, ๋ด๋ณด์๋ค๊ณ ์๊ฐ๋ง ํ ๊ฒ์ธ์ง ๊ตฌ๋ถ์ ๋์ง ์์์ง๋ง
์ ์ด๋ ๋จธ๋ฆฟ์- ๋ ์์ ์์ ์ ๊นํ์ ์์ฌ๋ฐ์ฅ์๊ฒ V๋ฅผ ๋ด ๋ณด์ด๋ ๊ฒ์ ์์ํ๊ณ ์์๋ค. ์ด๋ฏธ
๊ทธ, ์ฆ ๊ทธ์ ๋, ๋ ๊ทธ์ ์ ์ฒด์ ๋ ์์ ์ผ๋ก ์์ง์ด๊ธฐ ์์ํ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ์ง์ ์ํ ์์์ ๊ณ์ ๊ฑธ
์๋ค. ์ด์ฝ๊ณ ์์๊ฐ์ ํผ์ณ์ง๋ ์๋ง์ ๊ธฐ์ต์ ์ฅ๋ฉด๋ค์ด ํ๋ ธ๋ผ๋ง์ฒ๋ผ ์ ์์ผ๋ก ํผ์ณ์ก๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ฌ
๋ค๊ฐ ๊ฐ์๊ธฐ ๋ ์ด ํ ๊บผ์ง๋ ๋ฏํ ๋๋์ด ๋ค๋๋ ๊ธฐ์ต์ ํ๋ ธ๋ผ๋ง๋ค์ด ํฉ์ด์ง๋ฉฐ ๋ํํ๋ ๊ทธ์
๋ชธ์ ํต๊ณผํ๊ธฐ ์์ํ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฒ ํ๋์ ๊ทธ๋ ํ๋ ๋๋ ์์ด ๋ํํ๊ณ ์์๋ค.
โ์งค๋โ
โ์ด์ ์ค์ธ์~โ
์ ๋ฌธ ์์ ๋ ์ง๋ 200X๋ 3์ 20์ผ. ์ฒซ ์ฌ์ฒด๊ฐ ๋ฐ๊ฒฌ๋ ๊ทธ ๋ ํธ์์ ์ ์ฉ์์๋ ํธ์์ ๋ฌธ์ ์ด
๊ณ ๋ค์ด์๋ค. ํ์ง๊ท๋ ์ฌ์ ์๋ฅด๋ฐ์ดํธ์์ด ๋์ด ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ๊ฒผ๋ค. ์๊ฐ์ ๋ฆ์ ์คํ 4์ ๋ฐ์ผ๋ก ๋ด
๋น๊ฐ ์ถ์ ์ถ์ ๋ด๋ฆฌ๊ณ ์์ด ๋ฐ์ ํ๋ฆฐ ์ํ์๋ค. ์ฉ์์๋ ์ฐ์ธ ํ ๊ฑด์ค์ฌ๋ฌด์ค์ ์ ํผ๋ฅผ ์ ๊ณ ์บก
๋ชจ์๋ฅผ ํน ๋๋ฌ์ฐ๊ณ ๊ณ ๊ฐ๋ฅผ ๋จ๊ตฐ ์ฑ ํธ์์ ์ ๋ค์ด์๋ค. ๊ทธ์ ๋ถ์ธ ๋ ์ด๋ฏธ ๋น๋ก ๋ฐ์ฏค ์ ์ด ์์
๊ณ ์ ๋ฐ ๋ฐ๋ฅ์๋ ์งํ์ด ๋ฌป์ด ์์ด ํธ์์ ์ ํฐ ํ์ผ๋ฐ๋ฅ์๋ ๊ทธ์ ์์ทจ๋ฅผ ๊ณ ์ค๋ํ ๋จ์์์๋ค.
๊ทธ๋ ๋ฌธ์์ ๊ณง์ฅ ์๋ฃ ์ฝ๋๋ก ๊ฐ๋๋ ๋งฅ์ฃผ ์บ์ ์๋ฉ ์ง์ด์ ๋ค๊ณ ๋ ๊ณ์ฐ๋๋ก ์ ๋ฒ ์ ๋ฒ ๊ฑธ์ด์
๋ค. ๊ณ ๊ฐ๋ฅผ ๊ทธ๋๋ก ๋จ๊ตฌ๊ณ ์๋ ์ํฉ์์ ๋ ํ๋ก ์์ ๋ค๊ณ ์จ ๋งฅ์ฃผ ์บ์ ํธ์์ ๊ณ์ฐ๋์ ๋ด๋ ค
๋์๋ค. ๊ธ์์ค๋ฝ๊ฒ ๋งฅ์ฃผ ์บ์ ์๊ณ ์๋ ํ์ ๋ฒ๋ ค ๊ณ์ฐ๋ ์๋ค๋ก ๋งฅ์ฃผ ์บ๋ค์ด ์ฐ๋ฅด๋ฅด ๋จ์ด์ก๋ค.
โ์ด์ด์ฟ !โ
์ฉ์์๊ฐ ๋๋ ์๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋ด์ ์๋ฅด๋ฐ์ดํธ์์ ํ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ์์ฌ ์บ์ ์ง์ด ํ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ํด์ ๊ฐ์๊ธฐ ์ฉ์์๊ฐ
๊ฒ์ ์ฒ์ ์๋ฅด๋ฐ์ดํธ์์ ์ผ๊ตด์ ์์ฐ๋๋ ๋์์ด ๊น๊นํด์ก๋ค. ์๋ฅด๋ฐ์ดํธ์์ ๋์ ํตํด ์ฉ์
์๋ฅผ ๋ณด๊ณ ์๋ ํ์ง๊ท๋ ๊ฐ์๊ธฐ ํผ๋์ด ์์ง๋ง ๊ณง ํ๋ฆฟํ ์๋ฅด๋ฐ์ดํธ์์ ์์ผ ๋๋จธ๋ก ๋ณด์ด๋
์ฉ์์์ ์ผ๊ตด์ ๋ณด๊ณ ๋ ์๋ฅด๋ฐ์ดํธ์์ด ๋ฉ์น ๋นํ๋ค๋ ๊ฒ์ ๊ฐ์งํ๋ค.
โ์ง-์ !โ
โ์ด์ ์ผ์ด๋ฌ๊ตฌ๋..โ
๊ฐ์๊ธฐ ๋บจ์ ํต์ฆ์ด ๋๊ปด์ง๋๋ ์๋ฅด๋ฐ์ดํธ์์ ์์ผ๊ฐ ํธ์ด๋ฉฐ ์ฉ์์๊ฐ ์ ์ ๋ฏธ์๋ฅผ ์ง๊ณ ์์
๋กํ๋ฅผ ์์์ ๊ฐ๊ณ ํฝํฝํ๊ฒ ๋น๊ธฐ๋ ๊ฒ์ด ๋ณด์๋ค. ์๋ฅด๋ฐ์ดํธ ์์ ๋์ด ๊น๋นก์ด์ ์ฉ์์์ ๋
๋์์ ๋ชฉ์ ๋กํ๊ฐ ๊ฐ๊ธด ์๋ฅด๋ฐ์ดํธ์์ ๋ชจ์ต์ด ๋ณด์๋ค. ์ด๋ฏธ ๋น๋ช ์๋ฆฌ๋ ๋ผ ์ ์์ ์ ๋๋ก ๋ก
ํ๊ฐ ๋ชฉ์ ์กธ๋ผ์๋ค. ๋น๋ก ํ์ง๊ท๋ ์๋ฅด๋ฐ์ดํธ์์ ์๊ฐ์ ๋น๋ ธ์ผ๋, ์ฉ์์์ ๊ธฐ์ต ์์ ์๋ฅด๋ฐ
์ดํธ์์ ๋ชจ์ต์ด์๊ธฐ์ ์ํฉ ๋น์ ์ฉ์์์ ๊ธฐ์ต๋๋ก ๊ทธ๋ ์๋ฅด๋ฐ์ดํธ์์ด ๋๋ผ๋ฏ ๊ฐ์ ๊ณ ํต์
๋๋ ์ ๋ฐ์ ์์๋ค.
โ์.. ์ดโฆโฆโ
ํ์ง๋ง ๊ทธ๋ ์ด์ธ์ด ์ด๋ฃจ์ด์ง๋ ๊ณณ์ ํ์ ํด์ผ ํ๊ธฐ์ ์ต๋ํ ๋๋์๋ฅผ ์์ง์ฌ ์ฉ์์์ ์ฃผ๋ณ์
๋ฐ์ ์ดํผ์๋ค. ์จํต์ ์กฐ์ฌ์ ์ฐ์๊ฐ ๋ถ์กฑํด์ ธ ๊ฐ๋ ๊ฒ์ ๋๋ผ๋ ์ค ์ฉ์์์ ์ผ๊ตด, ์ด๊นจ ๋๋จธ๋ก
์ฑ ์ฅ์ด ๋ณด์๋ค. ํ์ง๊ท๋ ๊ทธ์ ์ฉ์์์ ๋๊ฐ ์ธ์งํ๋ ์๋ฅด๋ฐ์ดํธ์์ ๋์ ๋น๋ฆฌ๊ณ ์๋ ์ ์ด์
์ง๋ง ๊ทธ์ ๋์์ ์ฉ์์์ ๋๊ฐ ์ด์ธ์ ๋ํ ์ก์ฒด์ ์ธ ๊ฐํ๋ง์ ์์ํ๊ฒ ๊ธฐ์ตํ๊ณ ์๊ธฐ ๋๋ฌธ์
ํ์ง๊ท๋ ํผํด์ ์๋ฅด๋ฐ์ดํธ์๊ณผ ๊ฐ์ ์์ค์ ๊ณ ํต์ ๋๋ ์ ๋ฐ์ ์์๋ค. ์์๋์ด ํ๋ ์ง๋ง
ํ์ง๊ท๋ ๋์์๋ ์์ ์ ์์ ์์ง์ฌ โํธ์์ ,โ โ์ฑ ์ฅโ์ด๋ผ๋ ๊ธ์จ๋ฅผ ์ฐ๋ ๊ฒ์ ๋๋ก ๊ณ์ ๋๋๋ฉฐ
์ฉ์์์ ์ฒซ ์ด์ธ, ํธ์์ ์๋ฅด๋ฐ์ดํธ์ ์ด์ธ์ ๊ธฐ์ต์์ ๋น ์ ธ๋๊ฐ๊ณ ์ ๊ณ์์ ์ธ ์์๋ฅผ ๊ฑธ์๋ค.
โ๋ฐ์ฅ๋! ์ด ์์ฌ ์ผ๊ตด์ด ์์ฒญ ์ฐฝ๋ฐฑํ๋ฐ ๊ด์ฐฎ์ ๊ฒ๋๊น?
โ์ ๊น ๊ธฐ๋ค๋ ค๋ด! ์๊ฐ๋ฝ์ ์์ง์ธ๋ค!!โ
์นจ๋์ ๋์์๋ ํ์ง๊ท๋ ์๊ฐ๋ฝ์ ์ฒ์ฒํ ์์ง์ฌ ์ฑ ์ฅ์ด๋ผ๊ณ ์ค์ผ์น๋ถ์ ์ ์๋ค.
โํธ์์ , ์ฑ ์ฅ?โ
โ๋ญ๊ฐ ์ฑ ์ฅ์ด๋ผ๋ ๊ฑฐ์ฃ ?โ
โ์๊น ์ด ์๋ฐ ์ผ๊ตด์ด ์ํ์๊ฒ ๋ณํ๋ฉด์ ์จ์ ๋ชป ์ฌ๋ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์์ง?โ
โ๋ค ๋ฌด์จ ์ฃฝ์ ์ฌ๋๊ฐ์โฆโฆโ
๊ฐ์๊ธฐ ๊น์ธ์ ํ์ฌ๋ ๊ธด์ฅ๋ ํ์ ์ผ๋ก ๊นํ์ ์์ฌ๋ฐ์ฅ์ ์ผ๊ตด์ ์ณ๋ค ๋ณด์๊ณ ๊นํ์ ์์ฌ๋ฐ์ฅ
์ ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ๋ณด๊ณ ๊ณ ๊ฐ๋ฅผ ๋๋์๋ค.
โ์๋ง๋ ์ฒซ ๋ฒ์งธ ํผํด์๋ฅผ ๋ดค๋ ๋ณด๊ตฐ. ํ์ง๋ง ์ฑ ์ฅ๋ง์ผ๋ก๋ ์์ง ๋ถ์กฑํด.โ
โ๋ญ๊ฐ ์ฒซ ๋ฒ์งธ ํผํด์๋ฅผ ์ด์ธํ๋๋ฐ ์ฑ ์ฅ์ด ์๋ ๊ณณ์์ ์ฃฝ์๋ ๋ณด๊ตฐ์. โ
๊นํ์ ์์ฌ๋ฐ์ฅ์ ์์์ ํ๋ฆฌ์ถค์ ์ฌ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ๋ ๊ณ ๊ฐ๋ฅผ ๋จ๊ตฌ๊ณ ๋ถ์ง๋ฐํ ๋ฐฉ์ ์ด๋ฆฌ์ ๋ฆฌ ๋์๋ค๋๋ฉฐ
์ฌ๋ฌ ๊ฐ์ง ๊ฐ๋ฅ์ฑ์ ๊ณฐ๊ณฐ์ด ์๊ฐํ๊ธฐ ์์ํ๋ค. ์ฉ์์์ ๋ฐฉ์๋ ์ฑ ์ฅ์ ์กด์ฌํ๊ณ , ์ฉ์์๊ฐ ๊ทผ๋ฌด
ํ๋ ๊ฑด์คํ์ฌ์ ์ฌ๋ฌด์ค์๋ ์ฑ ์ฅ์ ์์์ง๋ง, ๋จ์ํ ์ฑ ์ฅ๋ง์ผ๋ก๋ ์ด๋ ๊ฒ๋ ์์ ๋ผ ์๊ฐ ์
์๋ค.
ํ์ง๊ท๊ฐ ๋ ๋ฒ์งธ๋ก ๋ง์ฃผํ ํ๊ฒฝ์์๋ ์ง๋ ํ ์ฐ๋ ๊ธฐ ๋์๊ฐ ๋ฌ๋ค. ํ์ฐจ๋ก ๋น๊ฐ ๋ด๋ฆฌ๊ณ ์ ์ ๋
์์ ์์๋ฌผ ์ฐ๋ ๊ธฐ๋ค์ด ํ๊ธฐ๋ ์ฉ์ ๋์์๋ค. ๋ฆ์ ๋ฐค์ ๋ํ๊ฐ๋ ์ฌ์ ํ ์ฌ๋๋ค๋ก ๋ถ๋ณ์ง๋ง
๋๋ฎ์ฒ๋ผ ํ๊ธฐ์ฐฌ ๋ถ์๊ธฐ๋ผ๊ธฐ๋ณด๋ค๋ ์ทจ๊ฐ๋ค๋ก ์ธํด ์ด๋ฆฌ์ ๋ฆฌ ์ ์ ์ด ์๋ ๋ถ์๊ธฐ์ ๊ฐ๊น์ ๋ค. ํ
์ง๊ท๋ ์ฉ์์๊ฐ ๊ธฐ๋์ด ๋๊ตฐ๊ฐ๋ฅผ ๊ธฐ๋ค๋ฆฌ๋ ๊ฒ์ ๋ณด๊ณ ์์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ์ง๋๊ฐ๋ ํ์ธ๋ค ๊ฐ๊ฐ์ผ๋ก
์์ ์ ์ฎ๊ฒจ๊ฐ๋ฉฐ ์ฉ์์๊ฐ ๋ฌด์ธ๊ฐ๋ฅผ ํ๋์ผ๋ก ์ฎ๊ธฐ๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ๊ธฐ๋ค๋ฆฌ๊ณ ์์๋ค. ํ์ง๊ท๋ ์ฉ์์์ ๊ธฐ
์ต์ ๊ฑด๋๋ฐ๊ธฐ ์์ํ๋ค.
โ์ผ์นโ
๊ฐ์๊ธฐ ์์ผ๊ฐ ํ์๊ฒ ๋ณํ๋๋ ํ์ง๊ท์ ์์ผ์ ์ฉ์์๊ฐ ์์ํ ๋ณด์ด๊ธฐ ์์ํ๋ค. ํ์ง๋ง ์์ผ
๊ฐ ๋ฎ์ ๊ฒ์ ๋ณด๋ ๋ฌด์ธ๊ฐ ๋๋ฌผ์ธ ๋ฏ ํ๋๋ฐ ๋ค์ ํ๋ฒ ์ง๋ ํ ์์๋ฌผ ์ฐ๋ ๊ธฐ ๋์๊ฐ ๋์ ๊ทธ๊ฐ
๋๋๊ณ ์์ด์ ์์ผ๋ฅผ ๋น๋ฆฌ๊ณ ์๋ค๋ ๊ฒ์ ๊ฐ์งํ๋ค. ์ฉ์์๋ ๋ญ๊ฐ ๋ค์ด์๋ ๊ฑฐ๋ํ ๊ฒ์ ๋ด์ง๋ฅผ
๋ชฉ์ฅ๊ฐ ๋ผ๊ณ ์์ ๋ค์ด์ ์ฎ๊ธฐ๊ณ ์์๋ค. ๋๋๊ณ ์์ด๊ฐ ๊ณง ๋ค์ ์์๋ฌผ ์ฐ๋ ๊ธฐ์ ๋จธ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ์ง์ด๋ฃ
๋ ๋ฐ๋์ ์ฉ์์์ ์์ง์์ ์ ํํ ๋ณด์ง๋ ๋ชปํ์ผ๋ ์ฃผ๋ณํ๊ฒฝ์ ๋๋ฌ๋ณด๋ ํ ๋น๋ผ๋จ์ง์ ์ข์
๊ณจ๋ชฉ์ผ๋ก ๊ฒ์ ์ฐจ๊ฐ ์ธ์์ ธ ์๊ณ ํธ๋ ํฌ๊ฐ ์ด๋ ค์์๋ค.
โ๋ฐ์ค๋ฝ ๋ฐ์ค๋ฝโ
๋๋๊ณ ์์ด๋ ์ฉ์์์ ๋ง์ํธ ์ ๋ด๋์ ๋ฒ๋ ค์ง ์์๋ฌผ ์ฐ๋ ๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ๋ค์ ๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ์์๋ค. ์ฉ์์๊ฐ
์ฐจ๋ฅผ ์ฃผ์ฐจํด๋์ ๊ณณ์ ์ ๋ด๋์๋ โ๊ฐ์กฐ์ฌโ์ด๋ผ๋ ์ข ์ด์ โ์์ ์ ์ผโ ๋ก๊ณ ๊ฐ ๋ถ์ด์์๋ค. ์ด๋ฏธ ๋
์ ๋ฐ์์์์ง๋ง ์ธ์ ์ด ์๋ ๊ฒ์ผ๋ก ๋ณด์ ๋งค์ฐ ์ด๋ฅธ ์๋ฒฝ์ธ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ์๋ค. ๊ณ ์์ด๊ฐ ๋ค์ ๊ณ ๊ฐ๋ฅผ
๋ค์ ์ฉ์์์ ๋ชจ์ต์ด ๋์ ๋ณด์๋ค. ์ฉ์์๋ ํธ๋ ํฌ๋ฅผ ๋ซ๊ณ ์๋์ ๊ฑธ์ด ์ด๋๋ก ๊ฐ ํฅํ๋ค. ํ์ง
๊ท๋ ์ฉ์์๋ฅผ ์ซ๊ธฐ ์ํด ๊ทธ์ ๊ธฐ์ต์ ๊ฑด๋๋ฐ์ด๊ฐ๋ค. ๊ทธ์ ๋์์ ์์ ์์ง์ฌ ๋ฌด์ธ๊ฐ๋ฅผ ๊ทธ๋ ค๋
๊ฐ๋ค.
โ๋ฐ์ฅ๋! ์ ๊ธฐ ์์ ์์ง์ด๋๋ฐ์?!โ
โ์ผ๋ฅธ ์ค์ผ์น๋ถ์ ๋๊ฒจ! ๋ญ๊ฐ ๋ ์์๋๋ ๋ณด๊ตฐโ
๊น์ธ์ ํ์ฌ๋ ๊ธํ ํ์ง๊ท์ ์์ ์๋ ์ค์ผ์น๋ถ์ ํ์ด์ง๋ฅผ ๋๊ฒผ๋ค. ํ์ง๊ท๋ ์์ ๋ฐ์ ์์ง
์ฌ ๋ฌด์ธ๊ฐ ๊ทธ๋ฆผ์ ๊ทธ๋ ธ๋ค. ์ค์ด ๋ฌ๋ ค์๋ ๊ธฐ๋ฅ, ํธ๋ ํฌ๊ฐ ์ด๋ ค์๋ ์๋์ฐจ, ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ๊ทธ ์์ โ๊ฐ์กฐ
์ฌโ ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ โ์์ ์ ์ผโ์ด๋ผ๊ณ ์ ์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ๊ทธ๋ ๊ณ ๊ฐ๋ฅผ ๋จ๊ตฌ๋๋ ๋ค์ ๋์์ ๋ฉ์ถ์๋ค.
ํ์ง๊ท๋ ๋ค์ ๋ง์ฃผํ ์ด๋ ์์์ ๋ถ์ค๋ญ๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ๋ ์๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋ค์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ๊ฐ์๊ธฐ ๋น์ด ๋น์ถ๋๋
๊ทธ์ ๋์์ ๋ค์ ํ๋ฒ ์ฉ์์์ ๋ชจ์ต์ด ๋ณด์๋ค. ๊ฐ์๊ธฐ ์ฉ์์์ ์ผ๊ตด์ด ๊ฐ๊น์์ง๋๋ ์ด๋๋ก ๊ฐ
์์ผ๊ฐ ์ฎ๊ฒจ์ง๊ณ ์์๋ค. ํ์ง๊ท๋ ์ ์ ์จ์ด ๋ถ์ด์๋ ํผํด์์ ์๊ฐ์ ๋น๋ฆฌ๊ณ ์์๋ค. ํผํด์๊ฐ
๋ณด๊ณ ์๋ ๊ฒ์ ๊ทธ์ ํ๋์ด์๋ค. ์ด๋ด ๊ณง ๋๋ฌด ์์ฌ๊ท๋ค์ด ๋ณด์ด๋๋ ์ฒ์ผ๋ก ๋ค์ด๊ฐ ๋ฏ ํ๋ค. ํ
์ง๋ง ์ ๋ฉ๋ฆฌ์ ๊ณต์ฌํ๋ ๋ฏํ ์๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ๋ฌ๋ค. ๋ฌผ์ ์ ์ ํ ๋์๊ฐ ๋์ ๊ฐ์๊ธฐ ์์ผ๊ฐ ์ฉ์์์
๊ฒ์ ๋ฉ์ด์ง๋๋ ์ฟต ์๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ๋ฌ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ๋ ์ฉ์์์ ์์ด ๋์์ ๊ฐ๊น์ด ๋ค๊ฐ์ค๋๋ ์์ผ๊ฐ ๋ซ
ํ๋ค. ์ ์ผ๋ก ํ๋๋ฏธ๋ค์ด ๋ค์ด์ค๋ ๊ฒ๋ค์ด ๋๊ปด์ก๋ค.
โ์ปฅ!โ
๊ทธ๋ ์๊ฐ ์ฐธ์ง ๋ชปํ๊ณ ๊ธฐ์นจ์ ํ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ฌ์ ํ์ ๋ฎ๋ ์ฉ์์๋ ์๊ฐ ํ์ ๋ฎ๋ ๊ฒ์ ๋ฉ์ถ๋๋
๊ฐ์๊ธฐ ์์ ๋ป์ด ๋ชฉ์ ์กฐ๋ฅด๊ธฐ ์์ํ๋ค. ํ์ง๊ท๋ ์๊ฐ ๋ ๋ฒ์งธ ํผํด์์ ๋ชฉ์๋ ๋กํ๋ก ๋ชฉ์ด
์กธ๋ฆฐ ํ์ ์ ์์ด๋ ์์ผ๋ก ๋ชฉ์ด ์กธ๋ฆฐ ํ์ ์ ์๋ค๋ ๊ฒ์ด ์๊ฐ์ด ๋ฌ๋ค. ์ง๊ธ ๊ทธ๋ผ ์ฉ์์๊ฐ ๋ชฉ
์ ์กฐ๋ฅด๋ ๊ฒ์ ํผํด์๊ฐ ์๋๋ผ ์์ ์ด์๋ ๊ฒ์ด๋ค. ์ฉ์์์ ๋๋์๋ฅผ ๋ณด์ํ๋ ๋ชจ์ต์ ๋ ์ด
์ ๋ ๋ฒ์งธ ํผํด์๊ฐ ์๋์๋ค. ๊ทธ ๋์ ๋น์น ๊ฒ์ ์์ , ํ์ง๊ท์๋ค. ํ์ง๊ท๋ ์ ์ ๋ชฉ์ด ์กฐ์ฌ์ค
์ ์ด๋ฏธ ์ฉ์์์ ๋๊ฐ ๊ธฐ์ต์ ๋ถ์กฐํ๋ฅผ ์ธ์งํ ์ด์ ์ฃฝ์ ๋นํ๊ธฐ ์ ์, ์ญ์ผ๋ก ์ถ์ ๋นํ๊ธฐ ์ ์
์ด ์ํฉ์์ ๋น ์ ธ๋๊ฐ์ผ๊ฒ ๋ค๋ ์๊ฐ์ ํ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ํ ์์ ํ๋ฌปํ ์์ ๋ป์ด ์์ ์ ๋ชฉ์ ์กฐ๋ฅด๊ณ
์๋ ์ฉ์์์ ์ ํ์ ๋ถ์ก๊ณ ๋ ์ด๋ฏธ ๋ฐ์ฏค ํ ์์ ๋ฌปํ ๋ค๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ์์ง์ฌ ์ฉ์์์ ๋ณต๋ถ๋ฅผ ๊ฐ๊ฒฉํ
๋ค.
โํฝ!โ
โ์ด ๋ ์ด..!!โ
๋ณต๋ถ ๊ฐ๊ฒฉ์ผ๋ก ์ฉ์์์ ์์ ํ์ด ํ๋ฆฌ์ ํ์ง๊ท๋ ์จ ํ์ ๋คํด์ ๋๋ง์ณค๋ค. ์ฒ ์์ผ๋ก ๋๋ง์น
๋ฉฐ ๊ทธ๋ ์ผ๋ฅธ ์ฉ์์์ ๋ค๋ฅธ ๊ธฐ์ต์ผ๋ก ๊ฑด๋๋ฐ๊ธฐ ์ํด์ ์ค์ค๋ก ์ง์ ํด์ผ ๋๋ค๊ณ ๊ณ์ ๋๋๋ค. ์
๋ง๋ ์ง๊ธ ์ฉ์์์๊ฒ ์กํ๋ฉด ๊ทธ๋๋ก ๊ทธ์ ๋๋ ์ฉ์์์ ๋์ ์ง๋ฐฐ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ๊ฒ ๋ ๊ฒ์ด๋ค. ๊ทธ ๋ง์ธ
์ฆ ์จ, ๊ทธ๋ ์ฃฝ์ ์ง๋ ๋ชจ๋ฅธ๋ค. ์ง์ ํ๊ณ ์ ์ ์ ์ง์คํ์๊ณ ๋๋๊ณ ๋ ๋๋๋ฉด์ ๊ทธ๋ ๋์ด ๋ณด์ด
์ง ์๋ ์ฒ์ ๋ฐ์ด๊ฐ๋ค. ์ฉ์์์ ๊ธฐ์ต์๋ ์กด์ฌํ์ง ์๋ ๋ถ๋ถ์ด๊ธฐ์ ๊ณ์ ๋ฐ๋ณต๋๋ ์ฒ ์์์
๊ทธ๋ ๊ธธ์ ์์์ง๋ง ์ฉ์์๊ฐ ๊ณ์ ์ซ์์ค๋ ๋ฐ์๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ๋ค๋ ธ๊ธฐ ๋๋ฌธ์ ๋ฉ์ถ ์๊ฐ ์์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฒ
ํ์ฐธ์ ๋ฐ์ด๊ฐ๋ ๋์ค ๊ฐ์๊ธฐ ๊ทธ๋ ์ ๋ฒฝ์์ ๋จ์ด์ง๋ ๋ฏํ ์๋ฆ์ด ๋๋ ๊ธฐ๋ถ์ด ๋ค๋๋ ๋์ด ๋
์ง ๊ณณ์ ์ฒซ ์ฅ๋ฉด์์ ๋ดค๋ ๋ฐฉ์ด์๋ค.
โ๋ฐ์ฅ๋ ์ด ์์ฌ ์ง๊ธ ๊ฒฝ๋ จ.. ํ๋๋ฐ์?! ๋ง ์ ๋จ๋ง๊ธฐ ๋ถ์ด ๊น๋นก ๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ์์ด์!!โ
โ๋ฌด์จ ์ผ์ด ์ผ์ด๋๋ ๊ฑด์ง ์ ์๊ฐ ์์ด์ผ์ง.. ์์ฌ ์๋ฐ ๋ญ๋ผ๋ ์ข ์จ๋ณด๋ ๋ง์ด์ผ!โ
์๊ฐ ๊ฒฝ๋ จํ๋ ํ์ง๊ท๋ฅผ ๋ณด๊ณ ๊นํ์ ์์ฌ๋ฐ์ฅ๊ณผ ๊น์ธ์ ํ์ฌ๋ ๊ฒฝ๋ จํ๋ ํ์ง๊ท์ ๋ชธ์ ๋ถ์ก๊ณ
๋จ๋ฆฌ๋ ๊ทธ์ ์์ผ๋ก ๋ฌด์ธ๊ฐ ๊ทธ๊ฐ ์จ ๋ด๋ ค๊ฐ๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ๊ธฐ๋ค๋ฆฌ๊ณ ๋ง ์์๋ค.
โ์ฝ๋ก ์ฝ๋กโ
๊ทธ ์๊ฐ ๊ฐ์๊ธฐ ์ฉ์์๊ฐ ํ๊ธฐ์นจ์ ํ๋ค. ๋ ํ์ฌ๋ ์๊ฐ ๋ฑ์ ์์๋์ด ํ๋ ๋ค. ๋ถ๋ช ๋ฌด์ธ๊ฐ ์ผ
์ด๋๊ณ ์๋ ๋ฏ ํ์ง๋ง ๋ถ๋ช ํ ๊ฒ์ ์์ ๋ค์ด ์์ ์ธ ์ ์๋ ์ํฉ์ด์๋ค. ๋๊ตฐ๋ค๋ ์ง๊ธ ์๊ฐ
์์ ์ฉ์์์๊ฒ ๋ฌด์จ ์ผ์ด ์ผ์ด๋๊ฑฐ๋ ํน์๋ ํ์ง๊ท๊ฐ ์์ฌ ์ค์ ์ฃฝ๊ฑฐ๋ ๊ฒฝ์ฐฐ์ด ๋ชจ๋ ์ฑ ์์
์ ธ์ผ ํ๊ธฐ์ ์์ฌ์ ๋์์ด ๋๋ ์ ๋ณด๋ฅผ ์์๋ด๋ ๋ฌธ์ ๊ฐ ์๊ธด๋ค๋ฉด ์ข์ ๊ฒ์ ํ๋๋ ์์๋ค. ๊ทธ
๋ ๊ฒ ๋ช ๋ถ ํ์ง๊ท๋ ๊ฒฝ๋ จํ๋ค ๊ฐ์๊ธฐ ์กฐ์ฉํด ์ก๋ค. ๊น์ธ์ ํ์ฌ๋ ํ์ง๊ท๊ฐ ๊ฒฝ๋ จ์ ํ๋ฉฐ ์ ์์
๋ฑ์ด๋ธ ๊ฑฐํ์ ๋ฆ์๋ด๊ณ ๋ ๋ฌผ์ ๋จน์๋ค. ๊ทธ์ ๋์์ ํ์ง๊ท๋ ์์ ์์ง์ฌ ๋ญ๊ฐ ์ ์ด ๋ด๋ ค๊ฐ๊ธฐ
์์ํ๋ค.
โํ, ์ฒ, ์๋งค์ฅ, ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ .. ๊ทธ๋ฆผ์โฆโฆ์ ๋ ์ฌ๋์ด ๋ฐ์ด๊ฐ๊ณ ์๋ค์. ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ .. ๋ ๋ญ๋ผ๊ณ ์ ๋ ๊ฑธ๊น
์?โ
โ์ฑ ์ฅ์ด์ผ.โ
โ๋ค?โ
โ๋ค์ ๊ทธ ์ฑ ์ฅ์ด ๋์๊ตฐ.โ
โ๊ทธ๋ผ ๊ทธ ์ฅ์๊ฐ ์ด์ธ์ด ๋ฒ์ด์ง ๊ณณ์ธ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ๊ตฐ์.โ
๊นํ์ ์์ฌ๋ฐ์ฅ์ ํ ์์ ํฑ์ ๊ฐ์ ธ๊ฐ ๋๊ณ ๋ ์ฉ์์๋ฅผ ๋ ์นด๋ก์ด ๋๋น์ผ๋ก ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ณด๋ฉฐ ๋งํ๋ค.
โ๊ทธ๋ฐ๋ฐ ๋์ฒด ์ ๋ ์ฌ๋์ด ๋ฐ์ด๊ฐ๋ ๊ฑฐ์ง..? ๋ถ๋ช ๊ทธ ํธ์์ ์ด์ธ์ฌ๊ฑด ์ดํ์ ์ฃฝ์ ํผํด์๋ 20
๋ ์ฌ์ฑ ์ํ์์ด์๊ณ .. ์ฌ์ฒด๊ฐ ๋ฐ๊ฒฌ๋ ๊ฒ์ ์ฒ์ด ๋ง์ง๋งโฆโฆ.์ด ๋ฐ์ด๊ฐ๋ ๊ฒ์ ๊ทธ๋ผ ๊ทธ ๋ค์ ํผํด
์๊ฐ ์ฉ์์์๊ฒ ์ซ๊ธฐ๋ ๊ฑด๊ฐ?โ
ํ์ง๊ท๋ ์ ์ ์ฌ๊ฐ์ด ๋ฌผ๋ ค์ ธ ์๊ณ ์์ด ๋ฌถ์ฌ์ ธ ์์ด ์ ๋๋ก ์์ง์ผ ์ ์์๋ค. ํ์ง๋ง ๋์ผ๋ก
์ฃผ๋ณ์ ๋๋ฌ๋ณด๋ ์๋ง์ ์ฑ ๋ค์ด ๊ฝํ ์์๋ค. ์ฑ ์ ์ข ๋ฅ๋ฅผ ๊ฐ๊น์ด ๋ณด๋ ๊ณ ๋ฑํ๊ต ๊ต๊ณผ์์ ๋ฌธ์
์ง, ๊ฐ์ข ๋ช ์ ์์ค๋ค์ด ๊ฝํ ์์๋ค. ๋ฐ์ฏค ์ด๋ฆฐ ๋ฌธํ ์ฌ์ด๋ก ์ฉ์์์ ๋ท๋ชจ์ต์ด ๋ณด์๋ค. ๋ฌธ ๋ฐ์
๋ณด๋ ์ด ๊ณณ์ ๊ฐ์ ์ง ๊ฐ๋ค๋ ์๊ฐ์ด ๋ค์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ์ฉ์์๊ฐ ๋์น์ฑ์ง ๋ชปํ๋๋ก ์กฐ์ฉํ ๊ณ ๊ฐ๋ฅผ ์ด
๋ฆฌ์ ๋ฆฌ ๋๋ ค ๋ฐฉ์ ๋ ๋๋ฌ๋ณด์๋ค. ๋ซํ ์ท์ฅ ๋ฌธ๊ณ ๋ฆฌ์ ๊ฑธ๋ ค์๋ ํ์์ฉ ์ฝํธ์ ์ฑ ์ฅ ์ ์ฑ ๋ค์
๋ณด์ํ๋ ์ด ๋ฐฉ์ ํ ๊ณ ๋ฑํ์์ ๋ฐฉ์ด ํ๋ฆผ์์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ์ฑ ์ ์์ ์ฐํ ๊ฝ์ด์ ์๋ถ์ด ๊ฝํ์ ธ
์๋ ์์ ๊ฐ์ง์ ํ์ ๋ณด๊ณ ํ์ง๊ท๋ ์ฌ์ ๊ณ ๋ฑํ์์ ๋ฐฉ์ด๋ผ๊ณ ์๊ฐํ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ์ฌ๋นจ๋ฆฌ ์ ์ ์
์ง์คํด ์ค์ผ์น๋ถ์ โ์ฌ ๊ณ ๋ฑํ์โ์ด๋ผ๊ณ ์ ์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ๋ชธ์ ๋ฐ๋ํธ์ผ๋ก ๋ค์ง์ ๋์์ ๋ณด์ธ ๊ฒ
์ ์ฒซ ๋ฒ์งธ ์ฅ๋ฉด์์ ๋ณธ ๋กํ์๋ค.
โ์ฝ๊ฐ ๋ ๋ง์๋๋ณด๊ตฌ๋ง ๊ฟํ๊ฑฐ๋ฆด ์ ์๋ ๊ฑธ ๋ณด๋.โ
์ฉ์์๊ฐ ๋ฐฉ์ผ๋ก ๋ค์ด์ค๋๋ ํ์ง๊ท์ ๋ชธ์ ๋ฐ๋ก ์ฐจ๊ธฐ ์์ํ๋ค. ํ์ง๊ท๋ ์ง๊ธ ์์ ์ด ๋๊ตฌ์
์๊ฐ์ผ๋ก ์ฉ์์๋ฅผ ๋ณด๊ณ ์๋ ๊ฒ์ธ์ง๋ ์ ์ ์์๋ค. ๊ทธ์ ํธ๋ ์ด๋ ๋ณต์ ์ ์ ์ฌ์ฑ์ด๋ผ๋ ๊ฒ
์ ๋์ง ์ฐ๋ น๋ ๊ฐ๋ ์ด ๋ถ๊ฐ๋ฅํ ์ํ์๋ค. ์ฉ์์๋ ๋จธ๋ฆฌ์ฑ๋ฅผ ์ก์๋น๊ฒจ ๋ฐฉ์์ ์๊ฒ ํ๋๋ ํผํด
์์ ๋ค์ ์์ ๊ท์ ๋๊ณ ๋งํ๋ค.
โ๋ ๋ ๋ ์๋ง๋ฅผ ๋ฎ์์ ์์ฃผ ๋์ง๊ธฐ๊ตฌ๋จผ.. ๊ทธ๋ผ ๋๋ ์ฝ๊ฒ ์ฃฝ์ฌ์ค ์๊ฐ ์์ง..โ
๊ทธ๋ฌ๋๋ ์์ ๋์๋ ๋กํ๋ฅผ ๋ชฉ์ ๊ฐ๊ธฐ ์์ํ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ์์ํ ๋ชฉ์ ์กฐ๋ฅด๊ธฐ ์์ํ๋ค. ํ์ง๊ท
๋ ํผํด์๊ฐ ๊ฒฝ์ฐฐ์ด ์์ฌํ๋ ์ฌ๊ฑด๋ค์ ํผํด์์ธ์ง ํ์ธํ ํ์๊ฐ ์์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋ชฉ์ ์กธ๋ฆฌ๋ฉด์
๋ฐ๋ฒ๋ฅ ์น๋ ๋ฏ ํ๋ฉด์ ์ฑ ์ ์์ ๋์ฌ์ ธ ์๋ ๊ฑฐ์ธ ์ชฝ์ผ๋ก ๋ชธ์ ๋นํ์ด๊ฐ๋ค. ๋คํํ ์ฉ์์๋
ํผํด์๊ฐ ๋ฐ๋ฒ๋ฅ ์น๋ ๊ฒ์ผ๋ก ์๊ฐํ๊ณ ์๋ ๋ฏ ํ๋ค.
โโฆ!โ
๊ฑฐ์ธ ์์ ๋น์น ๊ฒ์ ๊ฒฝ์ฐฐ์ด ๋์ดํ๋ ๊ทธ ์ด๋ค ํผํด์๋ ์๋์๋ค. ๊ทธ์ ์๋จธ๋ฆฌ์ ๊ณ ๋ฑํ์ ์ฌ์
์์ด์ ๋ชจ์ต์ด์๋ค. ๊ทธ ์๊ฐ ํ์ง๊ท๋ ์ผ๋ฅธ ๊ฒฝ์ฐฐ์๊ฒ ์ด ์ฌ์ค์ ์๋ ค์ผ๊ฒ ๋ค๋ ์๊ฐ์ผ๋ก ๋ฐ๋ฒ๋ฅ์น
๋ ์์ค ๋ค์ ํ๋ฒ ์ ์ ์ ์ง์คํด์ ์ค์ผ์น๋ถ์ ๊ธ์ ์จ ๋ด๋ ค๊ฐ๋ค.
โ์ฌ ๊ณ ๋ฑํ์, ์ด์ธ?โ
๊น์ธ์ ์์ฌ๋ฐ์ฅ์ด ํ์ง๊ท๊ฐ ์๋ก์ด ์ค์ผ์น๋ถ์ ์ด ๊ฒ์ ์ฝ์ ๊นํ์ ์์ฌ๋ฐ์ฅ์ ์ฉ์์๋ฅผ ๋ฐ๋ผ
๋ณด๊ณ ์๋ ๊ฒ์ ๋ฉ์ถ๊ณ ํ์ง๊ท์ชฝ์ผ๋ก ๋ชธ์ ๊ธํ ๋๋ ค ์ค์ผ์น๋ถ์ ๊ธ์ ํ์ธํ๋ค.
โ์ฐ๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ๋ฐ๊ฒฌํ ๊ฒ ๋ง๊ณ ๋ ๋ ๋ค๋ฅธ ์ด์ธ์ด ์๋ ๊ฑฐ์ผ. ๊ฒ๋ค๊ฐ ๊ณ ๋ฑํ์์ด๋ผ๋. ๋์ฒด ์ธ์ ์ธ ๊ฑฐ
์ง? ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ์ด๋์ธ ๊ฑฐ์ง?โ
โํน์ ๊ทธ ์ฑ ์ฅ์ด๋ ๊ฒ ์ฌ์ ๊ณ ๋ฑํ์๊ณผ ๊ด๋ จ ์์ง๋ ์์๊น์?โ
โ๊ฐ๋ฅ์ฑ์ด ๋ค๋ถํ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ๋ค. ๋์ฒด ์ด ์์ฌ๋ ์ฉ์์์ ๋ญ ๋ณด๊ณ ์๋ ๊ฑฐ์ง.. ์ ์ฅ!โ
ํ์ง๊ท๊ฐ ๊ฑฐ์ธ์ ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ณด์ ์ฉ์์๋ ๋จธ๋ฆฌ์ฑ๋ฅผ ๋ค์ ์ก์๋น๊ฒจ ๊ณ ๊ฐ๋ฅผ ์ต์ง๋ก ์ ํ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ๋ค์
๊ท์ ๋๊ณ ๋ง์ ์ด์ด๊ฐ๋ค.
โ๋๋ ๋ค ๋๋ฌธ์ ๋ฑ๊ณจ ํ์ด์ง๊ฒ ์ผํ๋๋ ๋ฐฐ์ ํ๊ณ ๋ง์ด์ผ..โ
๊ทธ ์๊ฐ ์ฉ์์์ ์์์ ๋๊ปด์ง๋ ์๋ฐ์์ ํ์ง๊ท๋ ํผํด์์ ์ฃฝ์์ ์๊ฐ์ด ์๋ฐํ๋ค๋ ๊ฒ์
์ธ์งํ๊ณ ๋ ์ฌ๋นจ๋ฆฌ ๋ค์ ํ๋ฒ ์ ์ ์ ์ง์คํด์ ๋ค๋ฅธ ๊ธฐ์ต์ผ๋ก ์ด๋ํ๋ ค๊ณ ํ๋ค. ๋ชฉ์ ์กฐ์ด๋ฉด์
์จ๋ชธ์ผ๋ก ๋ฐ๋ฒ๋ฅ์น๋ฉฐ ํ์ง๊ท๋ ์ธ ๋ฒ์งธ ์ฃฝ์ ๊ณ ๋น๋ฅผ ๋๊ธฐ๊ณ ์์๋ค.
โ๋ป!โ
๊ทธ๋ฌ๋ ์๊ฐ ๋ชฉ์ด ๋ถ๋ฌ์ง๋ ์๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ๋ค๋ฆฌ๋ฉฐ ํ์ง๊ท๋ ๊ฐ์๊ธฐ ๋๋ฝ์ผ๋ก ๋จ์ด์ง๊ธฐ ์์ํ๋ค. ๊ทธ ์
๊ฐ ๋๋ฌด ์ ์ ์ด ํผ๋ฏธํ์ง๋ง ํ์ง๊ท๋ ์ฌ๊ธฐ์ ์ฃฝ์ผ๋ฉด ์ ๋๋ค๊ณ ๋ค์ ๋จธ๋ฆฌ๋ก ๋๋๊ณ ๋ ๋๋๋ค.
โํ!โ
๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ์ ์ด๋๊ฐ์ ๋ถ๋ชํ๋ ์๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ๋ค๋ ธ๋ค. ๋์ ์์ํ ๋จ์ ๋ค์ ๊ทธ ๋ฐฉ์ด์๋ค. ์ด๋ฒ์๋ ์ฉ์
์๊ฐ ๋ฐ๋ฅ์ ๋์์๋ ์ฅ๋ฉด์ด์๋ค. ์ฉ์์๋ ๊ธฐ์ ํด ์๋ ๋ฏ ํ๋ค. ํ์ง๊ท๋ ์กฐ๊ธ์ฉ ๋ชธ์ ๋๋ ค ๋ฐฉ
์์ ๋ค์ ๋๋ฌ๋ณด์๋ค. ๋ฐ๋ก ์ง์ ์ ์๋ ๊ทธ ๋ฐฉ๊ณผ ๋ค๋ฅธ ์ ์ ๋ ์ด์ ์ฝํธ๊ฐ ๋ฐ์ ๊ฑธ๋ ค์์ง ์๋ค
๋ ์ ์ด์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ์ฉ์์๊ฐ ๊นจ์ง ์๋๋ก ์กฐ์ฉํ ์ฐฝ๋ฌธ๊ฐ๋ก ๊ฐ์ ์ปคํผ์ ์ด์ด๋ณด์๋ค. ์ฐฝ๋ฌธ ๋ฐ์ผ๋ก
๋ ์์ ์ด ๊ณ ์์ด์ ๋์ผ๋ก ๋ณด์๋ ๊ทธ โ์์ ์ ์ผโ ๋ฑ์ง๊ฐ ๋ถ์ด์๋ ์ ๋ด๋๊ฐ ๋ณด์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ์ด ๋ฐฉ
์ด ์๋ง์ ์ด์ธ์ด ์ผ์ด๋ ๊ณณ์ด๋ผ๋ ๊ฒ์ ์ง๊ฐํ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ์กฐ์ฉํ ๋ฐ๊ฑธ์์ ๋ผ์ ๋กํ๋ฅผ ์ฐพ๊ธฐ ์์
ํ๋ค. ๊ธฐ์ ํด ์๋ ์ฉ์์๋ฅผ ๋น์ผ ์ด๋ ค์๋ ๋ฌธ์ ํตํด ๋ฐฉ๋ฐ์ผ๋ก ๋๊ฐ๋ ์ผ๋ฐ ๊ฐ์ ์ง๊ณผ ๋ค๋ฆ ์๋
๊ณณ์ด์๋ค. ๋ถ์๊ณผ ๊ฑฐ์ค์ด ์๋ ํฌ ๋ฃธ ๋น๋ผ๋ก ๋ชน์ ๋ก์ ๋ฏ ํ๋ค. ํ์ง๊ท๋ ์ฉ์์๊ฐ ๋กํ๋ฅผ ๋์
์ ๋งํ ๊ณณ์ ๋ค์ง๊ธฐ ์์ํ๋ค. ์ ๋ฐ์ฅ๊ณผ ์ธํ๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ํ์ธํด๋ณด์์ง๋ง ๋กํ๋ ์์๋ค. ํ์ง๊ท๋ ์กฐ์ฉ
ํ ๋ฐ๊ฑธ์์ ๋ผ์ ํ์ฅ์ค๋ก ํฅํ๊ณ ์์๋ค.
โ์ฌ๊ธฐ ์์๊ตฌ๋ง, ๋ฏธ์ ์ด ๊ณผ์ธ ์ ์๋.โ
์๊ฐ ๋ฑ๊ณจ์ด ์ธ๋ํด์ง๋ฉฐ ์์๋์ด ํ๋ ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ์ด๋ฏธ ๋ฑ์ ๋๋ ค ์ฉ์์๋ฅผ ๋ง์ฃผ ํ์ ๋์ ์ฉ์
์์ ์์ ๋กํ๋ ๋ค๋ ค ์์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ๋ค๋ฅธ ์์ ๊ทธ๋ ์ผ๊ตฌ๋ฐฐํธ๋ฅผ ๋ค๊ณ ์์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ๋จธ๋ฆฌ์์
ํผ๋ฅผ ํ๋ฆฌ๋ฉฐ ์ฌ๋ฉํ ๋ฏธ์๋ก ํผํด์๋ฅผ ์ณ๋ค๋ณด๊ณ ์์๋ค. ์ฉ์์์ ๋์ ๋น์น ๊ฒ์ ์ด๋ฒ์ ๋ฐ๊ฒฌ๋
์ฌ๋์์ ๋ชจ์ต์ด์๋ค. ์๋ง๋ ์๊น์ ์ถ๊ฒฉ์ ์ผ๋ก ์ฉ์์์ ๋๊ฐ ์๊ทน์ ๋ฐ์ ๊ธฐ์ต์ ๋ค์ ๋์ฐพ์
๋ฏ ํ๋ค.
โ์๋ฒ๋.. ์ ๋ฏธ์ ์ด๊ฐ ์ด๋ ์๋ ํด์์..โ
๋จ๋ฆฐ ๋ชฉ์๋ฆฌ๋ก ์ฌ๋์์ ๋ง์ ์ด์ด๊ฐ๋ค.
โ๋ฏธ์ ์ด ๊ฑฑ์ ์ ์ ํ์ ๋ ๋ฉ๋๋ค.โ
โํ!โ
์ฉ์์๋ ์ฌ๋ฉํ ๋ฏธ์๋ฅผ ์ง์ผ๋ฉฐ ์ผ๊ตฌ๋ฐฐํธ๋ฅผ ํ๋๋ฌ ์ฌ๋์์ ๋จธ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๊ฐ๊ฒฉํ๋ ค ํ์ผ๋ ์ฌ๋์์
๋จธ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋ณดํธํ๊ธฐ ์ํด ์์ผ๋ก ์ผ๊ตฌ๋ฐฐํธ๋ฅผ ๊ฐ๊น์ค๋ก ๋ฐ์๋๋ค. ํ์ง๋ง ์ผ๊ตฌ๋ฐฐํธ์ ๋ฟ์ ๋จธ๋ฆฌ๋ถ๋ถ
์์ ํผ๊ฐ ํ๋ฌ๋ด๋ฆฌ๊ธฐ ์์ํ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ์์ผ๊ฐ ํ๋ ค์ง๋ฉด์ ๋ฐ๋ฅ์ ์ฃผ์ ์์๋ค. ์ฉ์์๋ ์ฌ๋์
์ ์์์ ๋ฌถ๊ณ ์ฌ๊ฐ์ ๋ฌผ๋ ธ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ๋ ๋กํ๋ก ๋ชฉ์ ์กฐ๋ฅด๊ธฐ ์์ํ๋ค. ํ์ง๋ง ์ฉ์์๋ ์๊น ๊ธฐ
์ ํ์ ๋ ํ๋ฆฐ ํผ ๋๋ฌธ์ ์ ์ ์ด ํผ๋ฏธํ์ง ์ด์ ์ ์ดํด๋นํ ํผํด์๋ค๋ณด๋ค๋ ์ฝํ ํ์ผ๋ก ์ฌ๋์
์ ๋ชฉ์ ์กฐ๋ฅด๊ณ ์์๋ค. ๋ชฉ์ ๋กํ๋ฅผ ๊ฐ์ ์ฑ๋ก ๊ทธ๋ ํ์ด ํ๋ฆฐ ์ฌ๋์์ ๊ฒ์ ๋น๋๋ด์ง์ ๋ด๊ธฐ
์์ํ๋ค. ๊ทธ ์๊ฐ ํ์ง๊ท๋ ์ผ๋ฅธ ์์ ์์ง์ฌ ํ์ฌ๋ค์๊ฒ ์ด ์ํฉ์ ์๋ ค์ผ๊ฒ ๋ค๊ณ ์๊ฐํ๋ค.
โ๋ถ์ค๋ญ ๋ถ์ค๋ญโ
๋ด์ง ์์ ๋ด๊ธด ์ฌ๋์์ด ์์ ์์ง์ฌ ๋ถ์ค๋ญ๋์ ์ฉ์์๋ ์๊ฐ ์ด์ํ ๋์๋ฅผ ๋์น์ฑ๊ณ ๋ ๋ฌถ์
๋ ๋น๋๋ด์ง๋ฅผ ํ์๋ค.
โํธ๋ํฐ์ ํ๋ ค๋ ๋ณธ๋ฐ ํธ๋ํฐ์ ์ด๋ฏธ ์์ดโฆโฆํ์ง๋ง ์๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋ผ๋ผ๊ณ ์์ง์ด๋ ๊ฑฐ๋ฉด ๋ฅ์น๊ณ ์์ผ
๋ ์๋ฏธ๋ก ๋ณธ๋ณด๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ๋ณด์ฌ์ฃผ์ง.โ
๊ทธ๋ฌ์ ์ฉ์์๋ ์ฌ๋์์ ์๊ฐ๋ฝ์ ๋ค๋ก ๊บพ๋๋ ์ด์ฝ๊ณ ์ผ์ ๊ฒ์งํ๋๋ฅผ ๋ถ๋ฌ๋จ๋ ธ๋ค.
โ์์์์์์ !!โ
โ๋ญ์ผ?!โ
๋ฉ์ฉกํ๊ฒ ์ค์ผ์น๋ถ์ ๊ธ์ ์ ๋ ํ์ง๊ท๊ฐ ๊ฐ์๊ธฐ ๋น๋ช ์ ์ง๋ฅด์ ๊นํ์ ์์ฌ๋ฐ์ฅ๊ณผ ๊น์ธ์ ํ์ฌ
๋ ๊น์ง ๋๋ผ ํ์ง๊ท์ ๋ํ๋ฅผ ์ดํ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ์ผ์์ ๋จ๋๋ ์ธ์์ ์ฐ ๋ฟ๋ฆฌ๋ฉฐ ์ค๋ฅธ์์ผ๋ก ๋ง์
๊ธ์ ์ ์ด ๋ด๋ ค๊ฐ๋ค.
โ์ฌ๋์, ๋กํ, ๋ฐฉ๋ง์ด, ์ด๋จธ๋์ธ๊ฐ.โ
โ๋ฐฉ๋ง์ด๊ฐ ํ๊ธฐ๋ก ์ฐ์ธ ์ ์ ์์ฃ ? ํญํ์ ํ์ ์ ์์์ง๋ง. ์ด๋จธ๋.. ๋ ๋์ฒด ๋ญ๊น์?โ
โ์ ์ง ์ด๋ฒ์ ์ผ์ด๋ ์ด์ธ์ฌ๊ฑด์ ์ฅ๋ฉด์ ๋ณด๊ณ ์๋ ๊ฑฐ ๊ฐ๊ตฐ.โ
ํ์ง๊ท๊ฐ ๋ค์ ์ ์ ์ด ๋๋ ๋์์ ์บ์บํ์ง๋ง ์ฐจ ๋ฐํด์๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ํตํด ์์ ์ด ์ฉ์์์ ์ฐจ ํธ๋ ํฌ์
์๋ค๋ ๊ฒ์ ๊ฐ์งํ๋ค. ์๊น์ ์๊ฐ๋ฝ์ ์์ง์ด๋ ์ค์๋ ๋๊ฐ ์ง์ค๋ ฅ์ ์์ด๊ฐ๋ค๋ ์ฆ๊ฑฐ์๋ค. ์
์ ์ ์ ์ฒด์ ๋ช ๋ น์ ๋ด๋ ค์ผ ํ ๊ฒ์ ๋ ์์์ ์ฉ์์์ ๊ธฐ์ต์ ๋๋ฌ๋ ์์ค์ ์์ ์ด ๋ชธ์ ๋น๋ฆฌ
๊ณ ์๋ ํผํด์์ ์๊ฐ๋ฝ์ ์์ง์ฌ ๋ฒ๋ฆฐ ๊ฒ์ด๋ค. ํน์ ์ฉ์์๊ฐ ์์์ฑ์์ง๋ ๋ชจ๋ฅด๊ฒ ๋จ ์๊ฐ์
๊ฒ์ ๋น๋ ๋ด์ง ์์์ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ง์ง๋ง ํผํด์์ ๋ถ๊ฒ๊ฒฐ๊ณผ๋ฅผ ๋ ์ฌ๋ ธ๋ค. ๋ง์ง๋ง ํผํด์์ ๋จธ๋ฆฌ์๋
๋๊ธฐ์ ๋ง์ ํ์ ๋ ์์๊ณ , ์๊ฐ๋ฝ์ด ๋ถ๋ฌ์ง ํ์ ๋ ์์๋ค. ๋จ์ง ๋กํ์ ๋ชฉ์ด ์กธ๋ฆฐ ํ์ ๊ณผ ์ ์
์ ํญํ์ ํ์ ๋ง ๋จ์์์๋ค. ๊ฒฐ๊ตญ ์ง๊ธ์ ๋ญ๊ฐ ์ฉ์์์ ๊ธฐ์ต์ด ์๋ก์ด ์กฐ์์ด ๋์ด๊ฐ๋ ์ํฉ,
์ฆ ์ฐ๋ คํ๋ ์ํฉ์ด ๋ฒ์ด์ง๊ณ ์๋ ๊ฒ์ด์๋ค. ๋คํ์ด ์์ง ์ฉ์์๊ฐ ์ ๋๋ก ์์์ฑ์ง ๋ชปํ ๊ฒ ๊ฐ
์์ง๋ง ํ๊ธฐ, ๋กํ์ ํ๋ฐฉ์ ์๊ธฐ ์ ๊น์ง๋ ํ์ง๊ท๋ ๋ฉ์ถ ์๊ฐ ์์๋ค.
๊ฐ์๊ธฐ ํธ๋ ํฌ ๋ฌธ์ด ์ด๋ฆฌ์ ๋ฐ๋ท๋ฐ๋ ํฅ๊ธฐ๊ฐ ํ ๋๊ปด์ก๋ค. ์ฉ์์๋ ๊ฒ์ ๋ด์ง๋ฅผ ์ด๋๋ ์ฌ๋์
์ ๋บจ์ ๋ค์ ๋๋ ธ๋ค. ์ ์ ์ด ๋ค์ ์ฌ๋์์ ๋์ ๋ ๋ฐ์ด ์ด๋์ปด์ปดํ ๊ฒ์ ๋ณด๋ ๋ฐค์ธ ๋ฏ ํ๋ค.
์ฌ๋์์ ๊บผ๋ด์ ์ฐจ๋ฐ์ ์ผ์ผ์ผ ์ธ์ฐ๊ณ ๋ ์ฐจ ํธ๋ ํฌ ๋ฌธ์ ๋ซ์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ๋ ํ ์์ผ๋ก๋ ๋ชฉ์ ๊ฐ
๊ฒจ์๋ ๋กํ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ์ง ๋น๊ธฐ๊ณ ๋ค๋ฅธ ์์ผ๋ก ์ฌ๋์์ ๋จธ๋ฆฌ์ฑ๋ฅผ ์ก์๋น๊ธฐ๊ณ ๋ ์ฌ๋์์ ์์ฅ ์ธ์ ์
์ผ๋ก ๊ฑธ์ด๊ฐ๋ค. ์ฌ๋์์ ๊ณ ๊ฐ๋ ๋๋ฌด ์ ํ์ ์์ด ๋ณด์ด์ง ์๋ ์ํ์๋ค.
โ๋ค ๋ ๋ ์ง ์ด๋ฏธ๋ ๋๊ฐ์์ ๋์ง๊ธฐ๊ฒ ์ฃฝ์ง๋ ์๋๊ตฐ. ๋๋ ค๋ ๋ง๋ ์ ๋ฃ๊ณ ๊ตถ๊ฒจ๋ ๋ง๋ ์ ๋ฃ๊ณ .
๊ทธ๋ฅ ์ฃฝ์ด์ผ์ง ๊ทธ๋ฌ๋ฉด.โ
โ์ผ์์ผ์ผ์ผ์ผ์ผ..โ
ํ์ง๊ท๋ ์๋ฆฌ ๋ด์ด ์ ํญ์ ํ๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ ์ ํ์ง ๋จธ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋๋ ค ์ฉ์์์ ๋์ ๋ง์ฃผ์ณ์ ๊ณ์ ์๋ฆฌ
๋ด์ด ๋ง์ ๊ฑธ์๋ค.
โ์ผ์์์์ผ์โฆโฆโ
โ๋ญ ํ ๋ง์ด๋ผ๋ ์๋ค๋ ๊ฑฐ๋? ์ฌ๊ธฐ์ ๋น๋ช ์ง๋ฌ๋ ์๋ฌด๋ ๋ชป ๋ค์ด. ์๋๋ฉด ๋ฐ๋ท์๋ฆฌ๊ฐ ๋ ํฌ๊ฑฐ๋ .โ
์ฌ๋ฉํ๊ฒ ์๋ ๊ทธ์ ๋์ ๋ค์ ์ณ๋ค๋ณด๋ฉด์ ๊ผญ ํ ๋ง์ด ์๋ค๋ ํ์ ์ผ๋ก ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ณด์๋ค. ์ฉ์์
๋ ์ฌ๊ฐ์ ํ์ด์ฃผ๋ฉด์ ๋งํ๋ค.โ
โ๋ญ๋ผ๊ณ ์ง๊ป์ฌ๋ ์ด๋ ค์ฃผ์ง ์์ ๊ฑฐ์ง๋ง ๋ง์ด์ผ..โ
โ๋ฏธ.. ๋ฏธ์ ์ด๊ฐ ์ด๋ ์๋์ง ์์์โฆ?โ
โ์ ๊ทธ๋ ๋ฏธ์ ์ด ๋ง์ด์ง.. ๋ฏธ์ ์ด๋ ๋ง์ด์ผ. ์ฃฝ์๊ฑฐ๋ . ๊ทธ๋ ์ด ์๊พธ ๊ฐ์ถํ๊ธธ๋ ์ง์๊ตฌ์์ด ์๋๋ฌ
์์ ๋ง์ด์ผ..โ
ํ๊ฑธ์ ํ๊ฑธ์ ์ฉ์์๋ ํ์ง๊ท๋ฅผ ์ ๋ฒฝ์ผ๋ก ์ด๋์ด๊ฐ๋ค. ํ์ง๊ท๋ ๋ฌผ๋ฌ์ค ์ ์์๊ธฐ์ ์ฉ์์์
๊ฒ ๋ง์ ๊ณ์ ํ๋ค.
โ์ด๋จธ๋๊ป์ ์ฌํผํ์๊ฒ ์ด์.. ๋ฏธ์ ์ด๋ค ์ด๋จธ๋๋ ์์ ์จ๋ค ์ด๋จธ๋๋..โ
โ!!!!โ
โ์ด๋จธ๋โ๋ผ๋ ๋ง์ด ๋์ค์ ์ฉ์์๋ ๋กํ๋ฅผ ์ก๊ณ ์๋ ์์ ๊ฐ์๊ธฐ ํ ๋น๊ฒผ๋ค. ํ์ง๊ท๋ ์ฐ๊ฑฐํธ
๊ธฐ์นจ์ ํด๋๋ค. ์ฉ์์๋ ๋จธ๋ฆฌ์ฑ๋ฅผ ๋ ๊ฐํ๊ฒ ์ก์๋น๊ฒจ ๊ฑฐ์น ์จ์ ๋ชฐ์ ์ฌ๋ฉฐ ํ์ง๊ท์ ๊ท์ ๋๊ณ
๋ง์ ํ๋ค.
โ๋ฏธ์ํ์ง๋ง ๋ด ์ด๋จธ๋๋ ์ฃฝ์ด์ ์๊ฑฐ๋ .โ
โ๋น์ ์ด ์ฃฝ์๊ฒ โฆโฆ์ง์โฆ.!!!!!โ
๊ฐ์๊ธฐ ๋จ๋ง๊ธฐ ์์ชฝ์ ๋จํ๊ฐ ๋ฏธ์น ๋ฏ์ด ๊น๋นก์ด๋ฉฐ ์ฉ์์๊ฐ ๊ฑฐ์น ์จ์ ๋ชฐ์ ์ฌ๋ฉฐ ๊ฒฝ๋ จ์ ์์ํ
๋ค. ํ์ง๊ท๋ ๊ณง์ด์ด ๋ค์๊ธ ๋ชธ์ ๊ณผ๊ฒฉํ๊ฒ ๋ค์ฉ์ด์ ๊นํ์ ์์ฌ๋ฐ์ฅ์ ๋จ๋ง๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ๊บผ์๋ผ๋ ๊ฐ์
๋ก ์ด ์์ฌ๋ฅผ ๋๋ด์ผ๊ฒ ๋ค๊ณ ํ๋จํ๋ค. ๊นํ์ ์์ฌ๋ฐ์ฅ์ ์ฉ์์์ ํ๊ณผ ์นจ๋์ ์๊ฐ์ ์ฑ์ฐ๊ณ ๋
๊น์ธ์ ํ์ฌ์๊ฒ ์ฌ์ธ์ ์ฃผ์๋ค.
โ์์์์์์์ !!!โ
์ฉ์์์ ํ์ง๊ท๊ฐ ๋์์ ์ ๊ธฐ์ถฉ๊ฒฉ์ ๋ฐ์ ๊ฒ ๋ง๋ฅ ๋ชธ์ ํ๊ธฐ๋๋ ๋น๋ช ์ ์ง๋ฅด๋ฉฐ ๋์ ๋ด๋ค.
โ์ฉ์์ ์ด์ฌํธ, ์ฐ์์ด์ธ ํ์๋ก ์ฒดํฌํ๋ค.โ
์ฉ์์์ ๋กํ๊ฐ ๋ฐ๊ฒฌ๋ ๊ณณ์ ๋ฐ๋ท๊ฐ์์ ์ผ๋ง ๋ฉ์ง ์์ ์ฉ์์ ์ด๋จธ๋์ ๋ฌ์ง์๋ค. ๋ฌ์ง์์
ํ๋ด๊ณ ๋ค์ ํ์ ๋ฎ์ ๋ฏํ ๋ถ๋ถ์ ํ ๋ด๋ณด๋ ๊ทธ ์์์ 10๋ ์ฌ์ฑ ํ๊ตฌ์ ํด๊ณจ์ด ์์ผ์๋ ๋ฐ
์์ ๋กํ๊ฐ ๋์ฌ์ ธ ์์๋ค. ๊ทธ 10๋ ์ฌ์ฑ์ ๋๊ฑฐ์ธ ์ค๋ ์ฌ์ฑ์ ๊ฐ์ถํ๋ค๊ณ ํ๋ค๊ณ ํ๋ ๋ธ๋ก ๋ฐ
ํ์ก๋ค. ์ฉ์์์ ์ด๋จธ๋๊ฐ ์ฉ์์์๊ฒ ์ดํด๋์๋ค๋ ์ฆ๊ฑฐ๋ ์ฐพ์ ์ ์์์ง๋ง, ์ฉ์์๊ฐ ์ด์ธํ
๊ฐ์ ๋ฒ์ธ 10๋ ์ฌ๊ณ ์์ ๋ฐฉ์์๋ ํผํด์๋ค์ ํํ๊ณผ ์ฒด์ก ๋ฑ์ด ๋ฐ๊ฒฌ๋์๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ๊ทธ ํผํด์
๋ค์ ์ฉ์์์๋ ์ง์ ์ ์ธ ๊ด๊ณ๋ ์์ง๋ง, ํผํด์์ ์ด๋จธ๋๋ค์ ์ฉ์์๊ฐ ์ผํ๋ ๊ฑด์ค์ ์ฒด์ ์
๋ขฐ์ธ๋ค๋ก ๋ชจ๋ ๋จ๋ํ ๊ฐ์ ์ํ์ ๊พธ๋ฏธ๋ ํ๋ฒํ ์ฌ๋๋ค๋ก ๊ฐ์ธ๋จ๋ ์ฃผํ์ ๊ทธ ์ ์ฒด๋ฅผ ํตํด ์ง์
๊ฒ์ผ๋ก ๋ฐํ์ก๋ค.
โ๋คํ์ด๊ตฐ์ ๋ชจ๋ ๊ฒ ๋ค ๋ฐํ์ ธ์.โ
โ์์ฌ ์ ์์ ๋ง์ง๋ง ๋จ์ด, ์ด๋จธ๋๋ผ๋ ๋ถ๋ถ์ ๋์ฒด ์ด๋ป๊ฒ ์์๋ธ ๊ฑฐ์?โ
โ์ฉ์์๋ ๊ณ์ ๊ทธ ์ด์ผ๊ธฐ๋ฅผ ํ๋๊ตฐ์. โ๋ค ์ด๋ฏธ๋ ๋ฎ์์โ ๋ผ๊ณ ๋ง์ ๋๋ค. ์๋ง๋ ๊ทธ๋ ๊ฐ์ ํญ๋ ฅ์
์ํ ํ๋๋ก ์ ๋ ๊ฒ ๋ ๊ฒ ์๋๊น ์ถ์ต๋๋ค. ์๋ง ๊ทธ ๋ถ๋ถ๋ ์๊ฐ๋ง ๋ ์์์ผ๋ฉด ์ง์ ๋์์ ํ
์ธํด ๋ณผ ์ ์์๊ฒ ์ง์. ํผํด์๋ค์ ์ด๋จธ๋๋ค๊ณผ๋ ์ผ์ข ์ ๋ง์ฐฐ์ด ์์ง ์์์๊น ์ถ๊ธฐ๋ ํฉ๋๋ค.
๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ์ฌ๊ณ ์์ ์ด๋ฏธ ์ด๋จธ๋์ ์ฌ์ด๊ฐ ์ข์ง ์์์ ๊ฒ์ด๋ผ ์ง์๋ฉ๋๋ค. ๋น๋ก ๊ทธ ํ์์ ์ด๋จธ๋
์ ๋ํ ์ธ๊ธ์ ํ์ต๋๋ค๋งโฆโฆ์๋ง๋ ๊ทธ ์ฌ๊ณ ์์๊ฒ๋ ์ผ์ข ์ ๋์กฑํ์ค๋ฅผ ๋๊ผ์ ์๋ ์์ง์.
๋ฒ์ธ์ด ์ฆ์คํ๋ ๊ฒ์ ๊ทธ๋ฐ ๋ถํ๋ผ๊ธฐ๋ณด๋ค๋ ์๋ง๋ ๋ถ๋ชจ์ ์์์ ๊ด๊ณ ๊ทธ ์์ฒด๊ฐ ์๋์๋ ์ถ๊ธฐ
๋ ํฉ๋๋ค.โ
๋ชจ๋ ์ฆ๊ฑฐ์๋ฃ๊ฐ ๋ค ๋ชจ์ด๊ณ ๋ค์ ๋ง๋ ์์ฌ์ค์์ ํ์ง๊ท๋ ๋ น์ทจ๋ก์ ๋ง์น๊ณ ๊นํ์ ์์ฌ๋ฐ์ฅ์
๊ฒ ์ธ์ฌ๋ฅผ ๊ฑด๋ธ๋ค. ๊นํ์ ์์ฌ๋ฐ์ฅ์ด ์ ์๋ฅผ ์ฒญํ์ง๋ง ํ์ง๊ท๋ ๊ณ ๊ฐ ์์ฌ ์ธ์ฌํ๊ณ ๋ ์ผ์ด๋์
๊ฐ์ ธ์๋ ์ ์ฒ ์ํธ์ผ์ด์ค๋ฅผ ๋๊ณ ๊ฒฝ์ฐฐ์ ๋ฐ์ผ๋ก ๊ฑธ์ด๋๊ฐ๋ค.
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SHADOW By
Witriani Soegijardjo
Blinding white light. White empty space. No walls. No windows. Black vapor appearing suddenly from out of nowhere, morphing into a formless shadow. Then its shape changes to look like a person. More people-like shadows appear. These latter shadows stand significantly apart from the first one. Darkness She gets out of her car. In her mid-thirties, Jessica looks much younger than her age would suggest. Looking as energetic as usual, she sports a T-shirt and skinny jeans, which show off her lean body. Her long, straight blond hair is tied in a ponytail, sunglasses on her hair. A sling handbag hangs on her right shoulder across her chest. She closes the door, pushes the car remote lock, and starts walking to the convenience storeโs glass door. A 5-foot tall, pixie cut dark haired woman in dark jeans and coffee colored leather jacket comes out from behind the storeโs corner. Bang! Bang! Bang! The dark haired womanโs expression looks as if she has just awoken from a horrible nightmare. โHelp! Somebody pleaseโฆ Help!โ she starts screaming in a broken, desperate voice. She kneels down next to Jessicaโs sprawling body. For a split second, she touches Jessicaโs right cheek affectionately then quickly pulls back her hand. Jessica is not moving. The only movement is the blood that streams continuously out of Jessicaโs left chest where the three bullets had landed. Bang! A man runs out of the store. He gets out of the outer glass door and freezes. โWhat the..?โ just like his body, his sentence stops unexpectedly. Two other men and a woman run towards him from inside the store. Itโs a slow morning, not many people are in. The three of them exchange curious, confused, and shocked gazes as they try to find out what has been going on. They cannot clearly see Jessicaโs sprawling body as it lies close to the glass door. On her left lies the dark haired womanโs curled body. Her body coils around itself in a fetal position. Her right arm extends in front of her chest. A gun lies a foot away from her hand. Blood starts seeping through a hole on her right temple. โCall 911! Call 911!โ the man shouts. Samantha sits up abruptly on her bed. She looks around. The room is dark. A little streak of light comes out through the window from a street lamp. She breathes fast and heavily. Beads of sweat trickle down her head and neck, streaks of wet hair sticking to her forehead. Tears stream down her face. In confusion, she whispers, โJess! What happened? Where am I?โ Her eyes sweep all over the room. The red light numbers on the digital alarm clock show 4:36 AM. Samantha heaves. Her shoulders go up and down fast. She breathes heavily. She sobs. โJess is dead? It canโt be!โ
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She takes a couple of long deep breaths. A ringing sound starts. Bending over her bed, she turns over the blanket and pillows. She finds her cell phone lying down on her bed, picks it up with her right hand to her waist. Sam looks at the screen and taps on it. The ringing stops. She stands up and brings the phone to her ear. โHi, Jess! Of course I remember our weekly Monday lunch! Table 7, Cafรฉ Forty-Two, at 12:01. How could you think Iโd forgotten that?โ she chuckles. She stops talking for a second then waves her left hand and says, โDonโt worry if youโre gonna be late. I plan to stay there until ten to three anyway. See you soon, take care!โ Illumination Table 7 is in a dimly lit corner at the back of Cafรฉ Forty-Two. An exotic looking waiter takes the โreservedโ card from the table and steps aside to let Samantha take her seat. He takes a small menu book out of his apron pocket. After reciting todayโs special menu to Samantha, he leaves her to ponder on the menu. He knows Samantha always tries to order something different though her drink is always the same: Iced Strawberry Frappรฉ Float. The silliness of the drinkโs name always makes her laugh. Samantha lifts up her head and smiles to the waiter, as he serves her Iced Strawberry Frappรฉ Float before she even ordered it. He then asks if she is ready to order, and she orders a calamari platter, tuna salad sandwich, and white cheese chicken lasagna for both Jessica and herself. Unlike Samantha, Jessica really loves her Mediterranean tuna salad sandwich which she orders all the time. โI eat a lot,โ Samantha chuckles as she tries to explain to the waiter whose face looks as if he is surprised by the amount of food Samantha ordered. โSo, in my dream, I didnโt even go to your funeral. I passed out all the time, while everybody said your 5 year-old-ish boy was so strong and accepting. He even was the one who comforted your husband by saying, โDonโt worry dad, mommyโs in heaven now.โ I watched him saying it. Can you believe that I didnโt go to say goodbye to you for the last time?โ Samantha laughs at the end of her sentence. โWho was your husband?โ says Samantha in such a distinct-mockery inflection. She laughs again, then says, โOf course your husband was your Alex, silly! Well, like you, in my dream he looked older with his permanent 5 oโclock shadow on his face. Obviously, both of you already had a kindergarten age son! Your hair was also long, not even close to yours now. Thatโs probably how youโd look 10 years from now.โ โHey, please donโt go on asking about when you two got married or when he asked for your hand! My dream was about you being shot three times on the chest by a lunatic woman who then shot herself, Jess, and God! I hope itโs not the way youโre going to die โ ever!โ โWell, actually, I want to talk more about how I felt after I woke up. I was trembling and sweating, and crying! I have never cried both in my dreams and in real life after waking from a dream before. It was difficult for me even to decide whether I saw you in a dream or if it was real. Then you called, thatโs when I fully got it, it was just a dream.โ โHey, Jess, am I getting paranoid or what? I feel like people are staring at us.โ โThey all look at you, YOU, among all people, because you are famous? Since when are you famous? Jess, you are so hilarious, as usual!โ Samantha lets out another hearty laugh.
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Samanthaโs right. People pass by table 7 and look at her from the corner of their eyes. A couple on table 8 exchange gazes. From another table across the room, some friends wave with half smiles and rather worried expression. Leaving her three friends, Cathy comes to table 7 and says hello to Samantha. Before she returns to her table, Cathy asks Samantha for the second time, โAre you sure you want to sit here, Sam? Donโt you want to come and join us there?โ she gestures at her table. From there, Kaya, Amala, and Caitlynn had their eyes locked on Cathy and Samantha, as if they could not wait for Samantha to come with Cathy to their table. All of the girls have known each other for years. โNo thanks, Cathy, weโre fine here. Weโre having our lunches. Some other time?โ Samantha replies. She manages to put a smile on her face although her voice sounds rather annoyed. Excusing herself, Cathy turns around and walks to her own table, shrugging her shoulders in answer to her friendsโ questioning looks. โI canโt believe how rude she was! She barely even looked at you. Was there something going on between you? Did you two have a fight?โ Samantha asks Jessica. โWell, if being ignored doesnโt bother you, I guess it doesnโt bother me either.โ The waiter comes and removes all the plates and silverware. He also brings another one of Samโs regulars: A cup of cappuccino with some chocolate covered ladyfingers. Samantha did not get anything for Jess as she had already left. Sam takes out her tiny 10-finger wide computer and turns it on. Noticing her reflection on the computer screen, she combs her brunette curls with her fingers. As she had lost one of her long earrings recently, she touches each of her ears to check if they are still there today. The sapphire birthstones on them bring out the color of her eyes. She looks down at the computer screen. The internet chatting program is on. After a while, she starts smiling at something. She then types something fast:
โItโs you and me forever and a day โ thatโs so sweet of you, Adrien, as always!!
Yes, I donโt care if they said we are living in fantasy thatโll just vanish.
You are there, I am here, thousands of miles apart. But youโre right. โHereโ we are till the end of time,
no matter what they say!โ While Samantha was typing, playing lightly through the Cafรฉโs audio system was Barry Manilowโs โForever and A Day1โ. Enlightenment It is another Monday lunch at Table 7, Cafรฉ Forty-Two. Today, though, it is different. Cathy, and her friends โambushโ table 7 and sit down with Samantha, who is waiting for Jessica, without her being able to deny their invasion. โHi, Sam! Do you mind if we join you?โ Cathy asks cheerfully, while the others each pull out a chair and sit. There is nothing Samantha can do. She shrugs, โWell, Iโm having lunch with Jess again. And, last time you were a bit rudeโฆโ
1 Manilow, B., & Anderson, E. (2004). Forever and a day. On 2Nights Live! [CD]. BMG Heritage.
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โHow are you? Is everything OK?โ Amala cuts in, as if she did not hear what Samantha says. โWe just want to help you. Please donโt get us wrong,โ Caitlynn stresses. โYou know Jessicaโs not coming, right?โ Kaya speaks up. โWhat do you mean? Of course Jessโs coming!โ Samantha replies irritably. โOK, weโll wait here with you,โ Cathy assuages Sam, as she nods and lets out a meaningful smile to her friends. The girls begin chatting, haphazardly flitting between topics. When they have to ask the waiter to give them some more time for the second time, they start talking about Cafรฉ Forty-Twoโs menu, as if their real reason for being there was really to eat. Then the girls finally shoot Cathy with one last knowing glare. Cathy replies with an โOK, Iโll do itโ expression. โWhat time did Jess say she was coming?โ Cathy begins. โI donโt know whatโs holding her up. She usually comes no later than 13 minutes after,โ Samantha sounds concerned. โMaybe you can call her?โ asks Amala tentatively. Cathy quickly gives Amala a warning stare as if to say, โJust let me handle this.โ After taking a deep breath, Cathy carefully asks Samantha, โWhen was the last time you talked to her?โ โOnly this morning! She calls me almost every day. She usually wakes me up every morning.โ Samanthaโs tone sounds both surprised and rather offended. She pulls her cell phone out of her pocket. Cathy extends her hand and asks, โLetโs look at your phone record. Letโs seeโฆ Jessicaโs numberโฆโ Cathy purposefully takes Samโs phone and holds it in a way so that both of them can see the phone screen. She scrolls down the list. When she finds Jessicaโs name, she says, โHere it is! Jessica Caligo. See this date?โ Cathy points at the screen with her index finger. โThis canโt be! This is weird. What are you trying to say?โ demands Samantha. She looks up from the phone screen to find worried-sorry glances around her. Slowly, Cathy reaches for Samanthaโs hand and says gently, โItโs time to let go, Sam. Jess died 5 months ago in that car accident. Remember?โ โWe had just arrived at your place to go meet Jess and the others when you got the callโฆโ Amala tries breaking the awkward silence but fails to finish her sentence. Kaya adds, โWe didnโt know it was the hospital calling you about Jess. We only saw you answered the call and then unexpectedly passed out and dropped your phoneโฆโ Epilogue It is a warm, beautiful sunny day. Samantha and her friends are having a picnic at the park. At times, Sam looks distracted. Her blue eyes seem empty. When the others start staring at her, she becomes conscious about it. In her mind, she shakes herself, pushing herself to get back to the present and forcefully puts a smile on her face. Her friends bring Sam back to reality. Kaya has always been their DJ at all gatherings. From her playlist, Barry Manilowโs โYouโre Thereโ2 starts filling the air. As the words sink into Samanthaโs mind, the corners of her lips pull up. โYes,โ Sam says to herself, โIf they say so, I can play along. I believe youโre still here for me, Jess. You still wake me up in the morning. And you, too, Adrien. I hear you. Youโve never 2 Friedman, D., & Korey, A. (2004). Youโre there [Recorded by Barry Manilow]. On 2Nights Live! [CD]. BMG Heritage.
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run out of smart things to say to me. Weโll be together, to eternity, though they keep on saying youโve never even existed.โ Samantha looks up at the sky and smiles as the last words of the song flow into her ears. Samantha stands at a distance away from her friends. The park suddenly becomes all white. No green trees. No more clear blue sky. All colors fade into plain whiteness. Samantha slowly transforms into a black shadow, so do her friends. People-like shadows. The shadows morph into more vapor-like substance. They vanish. White empty space. Blinding white light.