I always wanted to know how it feels like standing over the line. But my curiosity was replaced by a sudden feeling of sadness. Seeing North Korea from afar is like seeing a bird wanted to fly away. Standing between freedom and suppression is like caught between nothing and impossible. Seems like the air sings a melancholic cries and tears. The wave of the oversized  flag looks like it wanted to get loose and break free. And the word freedom is like a million miles away.

I came to know that DMZ is one of the most dangerous place on earth,  but it turns out to be one of the loneliest places I’ve visited.

My DMZ Tour

15 July 2017

Tour guide: Lisa

A gloomy Saturday morning