A PATIENT BOY: I was a tamed boy

I was in Kobe, Japan in 1941. My father had been doing a business, which made Japanese cookies and delivered to the local retail stores. I thought that the business was good, so he settled down there for 14 years until he died of high fever. Then, my mother and 3 sons, including me, moved to South, Korea.
When I was 10 years old, Korean War broke out. I went to the uncle’s for my shelter during the war, and suffered hardship as a farming laborer even if I was young boy. What I worked for my ...