In five months, an old man will be dragged out of his house. Minjoong got up and washed his face with cold water. Like always, he grabbed his beret and opened the door in front of him. Every morning, he held a cardboard at his spot for three hours. “Stop the reconstruction,” the placard said. He stood next to a giant ginkgo tree at the apartment’s entrance. On their way out, a few drivers rolled down their windows to say hi. He didn’t recognize these neighbors anymore, but smiled and ...
