We traveled to 문산 and stayed overnight to be able to visit the DMZ in the morning.
할머니 and 할아버지 had already met Kevin when he visited Florida during 엄마's sickness. We talked about how relatively little we can remember of those times; sharing what we do remember.
The DMZ denied us with unfortunate Monday closure. However, within 할머니's seemingly infinite support and connection network, a man living in the boundaries of the DMZ brought us into the locked down territory.
할머니 had met our day's personal tour guide 30 years ago and introduced his wife to him. Undeniable power in her love in creating and keeping so many personal connections. I could tell in the man's eye that taking time in his day off for a favor for 할머니 and 할아버지 was an easy choice.
할아버지 inspecting the gunshot holes of an ancient gravestone. Situated in the depths of the DMZ, the grave likely receives no visitors.
On a road that leads straight to 평양. The opportunity to visit a real geopolitical conflict as a tourist leaves an weird unsatisfied aftertaste of the unknown future of this split country.
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