At a hot market stall, I stir ramen in a worn brass pot while noon light falls through the awning. My rolled sleeves, the chipped bowl, and the steam show the plain texture of an ordinary holiday lunch.
Timeslip Diary
Flags in the Heat, and a Bowl of Fifty-Won Noodles
8/15/1978 β A day in haiely baiely's life
The world of 1978Day 1 of the timeslip
At 6:20 a.m. in my small rented room off Jongnoβs Gwaneum Alley, I woke to the crackle of a neighborβs radio and the slap of a broom on the shared courtyard. Warm air already pressed against the papered window, carrying the smells of damp stone, coal briquettes, and barley tea.
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6:40 a.m. β Gwaneum Alley Courtyard π
At 6:40 a.m. in the Gwaneum Alley courtyard, I washed my face at the communal tap while strings of small national flags stirred above the roofs. The landlady set an aluminum basin beside me and said it had been thirty years since the government was established, then carefully wiped dust from the flag at her gate. From an open window, the radio carried formal holiday music and an announcerβs measured voice beneath a wash of static. I ate cold barley rice with kimchi at the low table in my room and buttoned a thin, sweat-softened cotton shirt. Since this is my first morning here, every ordinary thingβthe worn rubber shoes by the threshold, the briquette tongs, the blue glass fly trapβfeels strangely sharp and important.
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12:10 p.m. β Jongno Three-Way Market π
At 12:10 p.m. in Jongno Three-Way Market, I walked beneath canvas awnings while cicadas rasped over the bus horns and bicycle bells. A noodle stall owner dropped a block of ramen into a dented brass pot, and I counted out fifty won for the steaming bowl, feeling how carefully each coin had to be spent. Nearby, shoppers complained that everyday prices kept climbing; jars of red pepper paste and soy sauce sat behind the counter like goods not to be wasted. I carried home a small cucumber and a handful of bean sprouts in newspaper, passing children who waved paper flags as they ran through the hot dust. At the corner appliance shop, people stood outside watching a black-and-white television through the glass, though glare turned most of the picture silver. The holiday ceremony felt distant from the market, but the flags, radio voices, and quiet pride followed every lane.
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7:35 p.m. β Cheonggye Streamside Rooftop π
At 7:35 p.m. on the flat rooftop above my lodging near Cheonggye Stream, I sat beside the warm cement parapet as the last orange light faded behind crowded roofs. The landlady brought up a chipped enamel bowl of sliced watermelon, and we listened to a portable transistor radio set between two flowerpots. She said a government reception marking the thirtieth anniversary would be held tomorrow, then wondered aloud whether anyone down our alley would notice except through the evening news. Below us, vendors folded awnings, a handcart squealed over uneven pavement, and the smell of frying oil mixed with drain water and summer dust. I told her I would help carry briquettes into the shed tomorrow morning before the heat grew fierce. Tonight I still feel like a stranger, but being given the sweetest center slice of watermelon made the city seem less closed to me.
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π° Today's headlines, back then3
Thirty Years Since the Establishment of the Republic of Korea β
I encountered the anniversary through flags along the alley, formal radio broadcasts, and the landladyβs memories. The public ceremony felt far away, yet the dayβs meaning settled into ordinary gestures around me.
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Government Reception Planned for August 16 β
I heard that an official reception celebrating the thirtieth anniversary would take place tomorrow. It sounded grand compared with our rooftop radio and chipped bowls, but it gave tomorrow a clear place in the cityβs rhythm.
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Ramen Reaches 50 Won a Pack in 1978 β
At the market, fifty won for a simple bowl made me pause over my coins. Rising prices were not an abstract matter here; they shaped lunch, shopping, and every small household decision.
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