There’s a documentary program called “3일” (3 Days) in South Korea. They pick a place, and shoot the people’s daily life for 72 hours. It’s quite fun program. Last weekend, they filmed the program in Gimpo Airport. Among the people they filmed, there was a couple. A woman was departing, but man was staying. The man didn’t look too happy. The man was devastated after letting the woman go; and the woman kept crying behind the gate.
They are 조선족 (Chinese-Korean) couple who initially came to South Korea together for a good life (there are ton of Chineses, especially Chinese-Koreans coming over to South Korea for a better life; think of Mexican immigrants in the US). The man got a work visa, so he could stay, start his journey toward the “Korean Dream.” The woman couldn’t. Her visa expired, and she now had to leave. The man was still on his work visa (not ready to sign up for residence status), and since he was still in his initial stage of settling down, he couldn’t marry her. The woman asked him to go back to China together; but obviously, the man refused since he would risk too much. After all, he just got his cornerstone to build his dream and good life.
I shed tears. I could identify so much with both of them. I’m sure they worked hard, and I’m also sure they are good, honest people. The devastation. The feeling that there’s nothing you can do, and the knowledge of that the decision has been made by factors that is totally out of your control, are terrible. Honestly, I don’t think I have not gotten over it completly yet. There’s still a fear within me, especially because I will be heading to America soon again for higher education. That’s why I worry too much and researching frantically. I was in a same situation. Someone I liked very much and I had to depart, because I couldn’t stay and he wasn’t ready to start a family. Okay, that wasn’t the biggest for reason of our separation, but it had its part in the whole situation.
My mom was watching the program with me. As she watches the woman sobbing, my mom said: “well, though seperating from someone you love hurts now, but it all gets better later on.”
I don’t disagree with my mom’s comment, but as I hear it, I felt as if there is a large river flowing between us. Everyone has different responses. Everyone’s experiences are different.
But in moments like this, I felt so lonely even though my family is right next to me, because I know I feel differently from rest of the people here. I know others would not understand. So I don’t/can’t tell them.