It's been almost six years since we last saw each other. At that time we were left with almost half a world between us. Nowadays it's only one ocean but still it's a lot, right? I started remembering about the first day we met. Two strangers in a strange land. Only one thing in common, our faith. On that first day I remember a lot of things, Myoung-dong, Changdokkung Palace, Han River… You were taking your first steps on that massive city and I was actually being the host, who’d of think it? Our friendship grew with the days, and I still can hear a lot of echoes from our conversations. Our hopes, our expectations, our fears, our thoughts. And then there was the other side, the eating, the drinking, the dancing, and all those things seemingly unimportant but that brought our ties even closer. My (excruciatingly small) house was your house. Your welcoming point away from Chonan. I will never forget most of my weekends in the midst of those huge skyscrapers because most of the times you were there to share them with me. And soon after it was October. Going down to Kyoungju. Eating noodles somewhere around 2 a.m. Singing happy birthday in a bar where we were the only customers. Sleeping (and losing our minds) in a bus stop. Watching the sunrise in Pulguksa. Climbing Tohamsan. Trying to hitchhike in a place where even the natives don’t do it. Ending up tired and sleepy in yet another bar. Realizing it was a hell of a birthday. And then the last day came. You, me and all of my best friends from an unforgettable year went over to Pukhansan and saw the real Land of the Morning Calm. Since then it’s been mainly e-mail and messenger for us. You got married, I didn’t. You are happy, I’m happy for you. Because friendship can really climb mountains or cross oceans and, hey, someday we will make Portugal and Canada seem a little more closer, right? Take care, R.
“The world is a book and those who do not travel read only a page.”