As I walked back from the public library to the bus station, the gigantic franchise bakeries on the main street were throwing opening special events. One was Paris Baguette and another one was Tour les Jours. In front of Paris Baguette, a bras band made of three or four white men was constantly playing tunes, wearing uniforms as if they are one of the Paris Baguette crew or bakers. Of course they are not.
In front of Tour les Jours, they, too, had a random white guys in front of the newly opened store. Also in Tour les Jours uniforms. But I doubt they are actual staffs. Either way, the stores hired some random white boys for a one-time event boys. Like how old Harrods department store used to have exotic animals to attract more customers.
I couldnt’ help thinking how they are like caricatures of foreigners in South Korea: good ornaments, looks like they belong ,but not so in reality. But who cares, they are 외국인 (foreigners).
Then what about me? I look like belong but not so in reality. I might be a good ornament, but less so because my passport, looks, blood and names are not foreign enough. I can’t really tell which is worse or better.