1960๋…„ 8์›” 17์ผ, 1์ธ์นญ ์‹œ์ ์œผ๋กœ ๋ณธ ๊ทธ ์‹œ์ ˆ์˜ ํ•˜๋ฃจ
At noon in the family stationery shop, I wrap two school notebooks with brown paper and string. Bright summer light falls across my hands and the old wooden counter.
ํƒ€์ž„์Šฌ๋ฆฝ ์ผ๊ธฐ
A Hot August Day Beneath a Newly Changed Sky
1960๋…„ 8์›” 17์ผ โ€” Nayoung Kim์˜ ํ•˜๋ฃจ
1960๋…„์˜ ์„ธ๊ณ„ํƒ€์ž„์Šฌ๋ฆฝ 1์ผ์งธ15์„ธ์˜ ๋‚˜
At 6:10 in the morning, I woke in our small upstairs room above the Blue Gate Stationery Shop in Yeongcheon-dong to a handcart rattling over the alley stones. Warm air already pressed against the mosquito net, and the faint smell of boiled barley drifted up from Motherโ€™s kitchen.
๐Ÿ“– ์˜ค๋Š˜์˜ ์ผ๊ธฐ3
6:40 a.m. โ€” The Upstairs Room and Alley Pump ๐Ÿ”
At 6:40 a.m. in the yard behind the Blue Gate Stationery Shop, I worked the iron pump until cold water splashed over my fingers and rubber shoes. Mother had set out barley rice, soybean-paste soup, and cucumber slices salted in a chipped earthenware bowl. While we ate, Father unfolded the morning newspaper and spoke again of the new National Assembly that opened on the eighth and the presidential inauguration held only a few days ago. Since the student demonstrations in spring, grown-ups lower their voices whenever politics comes up, but they no longer fall completely silent. I am fifteen, and even during summer vacation the memory of students filling the streets makes my school uniform hanging on the wall seem heavier than cloth.
๐Ÿ” ์ด ์นด๋“œ๋Š” ์›๋ฌธ ๋Œ€์‹  ๊ทธ ์‹œ์ ˆ ๊ด€๋ จ ๊ธฐ๋ก ๊ฒ€์ƒ‰์œผ๋กœ ์—ฐ๊ฒฐ๋ฉ๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.
12:25 p.m. โ€” Blue Gate Stationery Shop ๐Ÿ”
At 12:25 p.m. inside the Blue Gate Stationery Shop on Independence Gate Road, I sat behind the scarred wooden counter while cicadas shrilled above the tiled roofs. I counted pencils, glass ink bottles, and rough brown exercise books, then wrapped two notebooks for a boy using thin paper and hemp string. He paid in hwan notes softened by many hands, and I flattened them beneath the cash box before eating a tin lunch bowl of barley rice with pickled radish. A streetcar clanged at the main road, and hot dust entered whenever the folding doors opened. My classmate Sunhee stopped by to borrow a novel and whispered that our teacher might ask us to write about freedom when school begins again. We promised to meet tomorrow at the neighborhood library and decide what we truly wanted to say, not merely what sounded proper.
๐Ÿ” ์ด ์นด๋“œ๋Š” ์›๋ฌธ ๋Œ€์‹  ๊ทธ ์‹œ์ ˆ ๊ด€๋ จ ๊ธฐ๋ก ๊ฒ€์ƒ‰์œผ๋กœ ์—ฐ๊ฒฐ๋ฉ๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.
7:35 p.m. โ€” Rooftop Beside the Water Jar ๐Ÿ”
At 7:35 p.m. on our flat rooftop beside the covered water jar, I turned the dial of Fatherโ€™s wooden radio while the last orange light caught the laundry line. Static crackled between news reports, and I heard that Gabon, a country in faraway Africa, had gained independence from France today. I traced the coast of Africa with my finger on an old school atlas, though the place seemed almost impossibly distant from our warm rooftop. Below, a vendor called out boiled corn, and someoneโ€™s charcoal brazier sent up a sweet smoky smell. Father said many countries were searching for a new way to stand on their own, just as our own government was changing after the upheaval of spring. I copied the countryโ€™s name into my notebook and wondered whether fifteen-year-old girls there were also listening to evening insects and imagining a different life.
๐Ÿ” ์ด ์นด๋“œ๋Š” ์›๋ฌธ ๋Œ€์‹  ๊ทธ ์‹œ์ ˆ ๊ด€๋ จ ๊ธฐ๋ก ๊ฒ€์ƒ‰์œผ๋กœ ์—ฐ๊ฒฐ๋ฉ๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.
๐Ÿ“ฐ ๊ทธ ์‹œ์ ˆ, ์˜ค๋Š˜์˜ ์ด์Šˆ3
The Second Republicโ€™s National Assembly Opens โ†—
Father reminded me over breakfast that the House of Representatives and House of Councillors had opened on August 8. The words โ€œnew republicโ€ still feel delicate, as though everyone is carrying a bowl filled to the rim.
theme.archives.go.kr
์นด๋“œ๋ฅผ ๋ˆ„๋ฅด๋ฉด ๊ทธ ์‚ฌ๊ฑด์„ ๋‹ค๋ฃฌ ์‹ค์ œ ๊ธฐ๋ก ์›๋ฌธ์œผ๋กœ ์ด๋™ํ•ฉ๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.
A New President Takes Office โ†—
The presidential inauguration held on August 13 remains fresh in the newspapers and in the conversations of adults at our shop. I sense hope around me, but also a careful fear that hope alone may not be enough.
theme.archives.go.kr
์นด๋“œ๋ฅผ ๋ˆ„๋ฅด๋ฉด ๊ทธ ์‚ฌ๊ฑด์„ ๋‹ค๋ฃฌ ์‹ค์ œ ๊ธฐ๋ก ์›๋ฌธ์œผ๋กœ ์ด๋™ํ•ฉ๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.
Gabon Gains Independence from France โ†—
I heard on the evening radio that Gabon became independent today. Looking for it in my atlas made the world feel vast, yet its wish to stand on its own felt strangely close.
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์นด๋“œ๋ฅผ ๋ˆ„๋ฅด๋ฉด ๊ทธ ์‚ฌ๊ฑด์„ ๋‹ค๋ฃฌ ์‹ค์ œ ๊ธฐ๋ก ์›๋ฌธ์œผ๋กœ ์ด๋™ํ•ฉ๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.
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