““A dog. What was it doing, leaping about like that, racing around this strange guy’s feet? Wagging its tail. Barking. The man started talking to it. What was he saying? I couldn’t make it out. I tried once again to say something. But I still couldn’t get a sound out. I tried again. Nothing. The man kept on talking to his dog, in a kind voice. And suddenly, it came to me. People didn’t keep dogs in North Korea. They ate them. This dog was a pet. This wasn’t North Korea. It was China. I’d made it. I couldn’t believe it. It was nothing short of a miracle. Despite my excitement, I was overcome by fatigue. I fell asleep. Born again.””
