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A day in Ihwa-dong - Be stay chill in house with Eahwa-dong - Like a college student who is in a hurry to go camping, I hurriedly took a taxi with food, clothes, and things to play in various bags. Our journey began with the words, “Chief, please go to the Ihwa-dong Hill Snail Road.” As the name suggests, the time has come to climb the winding snail road and see the single-story buildings stacked one after the other. After exchanging the passwords between the electronic chips with the black card that arrived just before from my pocket, the knight and I greeted each other as if we had fulfilled our respective duties and said goodbye to the black vehicle. I unloaded the stupid things that I couldn't even imagine staying for a day in the trunk. Looking at the matte black, square house on the hill in Ihwa-dong, the first floor is clearly visible, and the well-ordered lattice floor and windows make me excited to think of how cleverly it was made. Just like a snail's eyes, I was slowly lowering my feelings inside. The new owner of Ihwa-dong greets you. “Hello, you are the first guest.” Irrespective of the will of the sudden greeting, the facial muscles trained in society responded with the greeting. “Hello, I am honored.” It was then that I met my eyes and I knew at once that the new owner of Ihwa-dong was a person with dark colors. A little short hair, wavy hair, and a well-groomed outfit with a slender body were his impressions. We exchanged greetings quickly and looked around from the kitchen and living room on the first floor to the bedroom, bathroom and shower room on the second floor. After climbing the last narrow stairs and reaching the rooftop, after listening to some warnings from the owner, I got the status of a resident in Ihwa-dong. First evening in Ihwa-dong. Until yesterday, we were exhausted from the excessive workload and without hesitation we stopped by the monthly supermarket to buy a can of beer. We opened cans at the supermarket and made a toast when we came out, but we could not avoid greeting from the residents of Ihwa-dong. “Are you the first guests?” It's a very local greeting. I don't hate the natural and curious greetings of people who gather at the supermarket every day to see what kind of guests this space will receive. I didn't want to say something like "Yes, we're the first guests," but the conversation was cut off because I was taken aback by the greeting I was just about to make a toast. Did I fail a little as a daily resident of Ihwa-dong? Unfortunately, we decided to celebrate now. The beer he had swallowed while chatting light in the kitchen at sunset was enough to make him forget the fatigue he had accumulated over the years. Perhaps because of the instinct designed from the beginning of human beings, we started looking for carbohydrates like Koreans who starved for three days. It was a little past evening. I had to eat slowly, and after a long time, I turned my back and started to trim the ingredients, showing my shoulders triumphantly saying that I had been a cook for a long time. While explanations of all kinds of ingredients and gossip unrelated to food flowed, I could see the locals passing by indifferently out of the window. Our meal was finally finished. I don't know who it is, but it's a very well-written phrase. 'Travel is to live'. yes i agree too Saying hello to the residents in Ihwa-dong, buying a can of beer at the local supermarket, having dinner at home, and watching the residents pass by. Isn't that something that this town takes for granted that we are something that no one had to know about? Nicely cooked beef, beer and white carbs. After filling our stomachs, we begin our favorite game. Click, click, in line with the sound of the music, we moved the shutters non-stop so as not to miss a single moment of the appearance of this space as if it were a click, a conversation. Maybe it was because of the shutter, or was it because it was covered by the sun? It's raining. The rain came secretly without knowing the right knee, which was aching before it came. When the time comes when pollen is blown away and bothers my eyes like now, it's the rain I've been longing for. Anyway, this is a trip. If it goes according to plan, I wonder if I should doubt that it is a dream, and then I wash and eat the fruits I bought in the afternoon. Sitting in the living room, with only the mood lamp turned on, watching the pouring rain, the sound of music resounding became so cozy that I wondered if there was any difficulty. - So the first day was over. Everyone calls us Koreans as a diligent nation. Even if they go on a trip, they wake up like dawn and start their schedule, and they enjoy traveling even when the moon passes late at night. It must have been the reason for the small smiles and laughter that were heard in the early morning of this village. That doesn't sound very bad. While the sun was trying to break through the clouds, the pouring rain was quietly chatting with the window. “I need a cup of coffee,” he says quietly and quietly escapes without disturbing the quietness of the bedroom. Leaving the slightly closed door behind, I barely turned on the stretch. He also did not forget the custom of arranging the eye mucus by hand. He shrugged inwardly, 'Now that I'm done living here.' After making a few iron noises, he takes out a book from the bookshelf on one side of the stairs. 'Hemingway's Old Man and the Sea'. While looking for the last passage I read through the pages of the bookshelf, it clicks again, and the cement and thin fabric make a sound. The black tiles are amazingly well arranged. I like the space on the first floor with a modern and chic look. The moment the brief impression went through the eyes to the head, the old man was fighting a shark in his little boat. I boil water in a black coffee pot very differently from his appearance. A soft white steam flows out of the thick white mug, which is very different from the black pot. While the bubbling steam calmed the excitement, with a book hanging in one hand, I tried to let in the morning light even a little bit by holding the vertical angle. I've been using it for a while, but I don't know how to upload it because it's been a while. It was only after changing the inclination of equally spaced black lines arranged neatly that the light could only be received. He rips the neatly arranged coffee bag like an old man fighting a shark and throws a stone into the calm lake inside the white mug. I sat down on the sofa, showing the quiet morning Ihwa-dong, holding a hose dyed black. At this point, you don't need a song. I open the first compartment of the chest of drawers on which I was hanging my arms. It's a different excitement than when I was rummaging around yesterday. The time has changed, so the music has to change too, saying, 'Yeah, it's a piano when it's so quiet and quiet!' I put the CD of 'Pianist Seong-Jin Seong' without hesitation. Unlike the sound of the piano and the old man who is sometimes exhausted after a battle, I am greeted with another peace. The encounter with the white sticks on the tip of his finger always makes the black spots come alive with emotion. It is a strange phenomenon. When I listen to his music, who doesn't even know the 'um' of the music, unbelievable emotions come alive elegantly in his music. It's like a painting by Marie Laurentsaint. Perhaps the black dots climbed up the stairs, and from the upper floor, you can hear the tiringness of yesterday washing away. Perhaps another steam is coming out the upstairs window? When I have this thought, I put down the book I was holding and prepare breakfast. Even on rainy mornings, tourists and residents of Ihwa-dong work diligently. I don't know what the problem was, but the lover wearing a red knitwear and holding a black umbrella hears a clattering sound as they go up the difficult staircase. It was a minor quarrel between lovers. I am Rather than forcing someone to act under the name of a lover, I focus on sharing a certain mental connection with the person I call my lover. Because he clearly thought he was a human before. I know that I am not someone who can listen and ignore what I said before being the other person who can be emotional in a trivial argument, so whenever something like that happens, as a habit, I have enough time to not let my emotions take precedence. It contains the sincerity of a little sadness and speaks with an attitude of respect, looking into the eyes. Sometimes we walk side by side and talk. Or drink a warm drink and try to talk. And basically I know. Sadness is that it cannot come out without love. Anyway, the scene where the couple, who had been climbing together since morning, holding hands under the umbrella, is insanely beautiful. By the time I was organizing my thoughts from passersby, I was able to sit down at my desk and start eating. On a dark green table there is a white paper airplane. This plane is the STAY CHILL HOUSE. Hot coffee and light meals to the sound of the piano. Like the morning on an airplane, the anticipation that a wonderful trip will be waiting for you soon rises again. Our trip may be a record. It's a fun activity This time, we play some exciting music, and we click again to the thump we hear. There are times to enjoy the emotions of the moment, but I love the work that captures the time. Perhaps it is because we enjoy talking while looking at the afterimages contained in digital chips in our daily life. So the past shoots a light towards the future. Isn't this the story that people often say, "It was like that at the time"? The sunset in Ihwa-dong, which is approaching all of a sudden, is not refreshing unlike a sweet nap. Is this dreamlike time already over? I hope the time in this space to look around again with those foolish luggage does not come, but indifferently runs to the time of the setting of the sun. - Open the door and come out and remember the dream so that it will not be forgotten. This is the thought I had as I opened the door to the white taxi. 'It's not the end' On the way home, he sends black dots to his loved ones. “I found a nice place, when can we come here!” Even then, I'll come with stupid things. - One day in Ihwa-dong, the end.