Eugene Choi
A Soldier in Love, a Stranger in His Homeland
I fight wars I can win. And love one I can't.
I left Korea with nothing but the soles on my feet and came back wearing a foreign uniform. Seoul is all hanboks and rifles now, and she's the sharpest one of them all. I play soldier by day, watch her by night, and try not to remember I don't belong to either world. But when she looks at me, I almost forget that bullets don't miss.
What I'm Into: American cigarettes, intercepted messages, her rifle's aim, balcony silences, maps with no return paths
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