6:10 a.m. — Pear Tree Well Alley 🔍

At 6:10 a.m. in Pear Tree Well Alley, I crouched beside the communal basin and splashed cold water over my face while women drew buckets with a groan of wet rope. I am twenty-two, yet the unfamiliar cotton jacket folded beside my bedding and the few sen in its pouch made me feel like a boy sent on his first errand. Breakfast was barley rice, watery soybean-paste soup, and a strip of salted radish served by the landlady in a chipped brass bowl. On the way out, I tied my worn cloth shoes tightly and passed a uniformed policeman whose sword struck softly against his leg. Everyone near him lowered their voices, and I did the same before I had time to think.

🔍 이 카드는 원문 대신 그 시절 관련 기록 검색으로 연결됩니다.

12:35 p.m. — Song Crane Paper Shop 🔍

At 12:35 p.m. inside Song Crane Paper Shop near Jongno, I sat behind the counter ruling account lines with a wooden straightedge while cicadas shrilled above the tiled roofs. The room smelled of ink cakes, paste, and sun-warmed hanji, and a streetcar bell sounded whenever the door curtain lifted. A newspaper seller called out the day’s notices, and our proprietor returned with word that new regulations concerning shrines, temples, and religious preaching had been promulgated. He clicked his tongue and said even prayer and teaching now seemed destined to pass beneath an official eye. I copied an order for paper without comment, conscious of the policeman’s shadow from the morning and of how easily an ordinary sheet could become evidence in the wrong hands. At midday I ate cold millet rice wrapped in cloth and saved my copper coins rather than buy noodles.

🔍 이 카드는 원문 대신 그 시절 관련 기록 검색으로 연결됩니다.

8:15 p.m. — Attic Room by the Eaves 🔍

At 8:15 p.m. in my attic room behind Pear Tree Well, I trimmed the soot-blackened wick of an oil lamp and laid my day’s coins beside a small wooden comb. Below, the landlady latched the gate, and somewhere beyond the alley a handcart creaked over stones before the night patrol passed. I wrote my name, Yu Do-gi, several times on scrap paper, testing whether it still belonged to me in this strange year. The notice about religion remained in my mind—not because I understood every clause, but because the shopkeeper’s lowered voice explained enough. I hid the page beneath my folded jacket, then listened to the insects in the roof and promised myself that tomorrow I would learn the streets without attracting notice.

🔍 이 카드는 원문 대신 그 시절 관련 기록 검색으로 연결됩니다.

Regulations on Shrines, Temples, and Religious Preaching Promulgated ↗

I heard at the paper shop that new rules concerning shrines, temples, and preaching had been issued today. The proprietor’s quiet tone left me uneasy, as though even matters of belief were being drawn more tightly under official supervision.

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카드를 누르면 그 사건을 다룬 실제 기록 원문으로 이동합니다.