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Then fuun would disappear from view for a few months until he was assigned to another delegation. Lookihg one did come into social contact with Koreans, relations of friendship were inevitably stunted because they are not at liberty to speak freely and openly about their lives. They tend to be reluctant to divulge the most innocuous information hamhumg the realities of their daily lives. In the course of my year at the Ansan Chodasso there were two English-speaking interpreters who resided at Chick looking for bed fun in hamhung guest house for a few months. They were both extremely nice brd and I became fond vun them.
However, it was impossible for friendship to develop beyond a superficial level as they were under the constant obligation fkr play the diplomat. I expect that it was on the basis of their ability to do this that the publishing house had selected them for a spell of protracted exposure to foreigners. The foreigners who learned the language did not necessarily get any closer to the people. The people still mouthed propaganda at them. Even if we foreigners had not been excluded from it, in North Korea Current free hookup site in australia was not much of what the rest of us call life in which to participate.
For the majority of people in the real world the essential core of life is private life with family and friends. Whether tor regard our work as totally alienating or deeply rewarding, we still tend to regard it primarily as a means to an end, earning our living. Ask a North Korean what his life is all about and he will most likely tell you that he is building the revolution and construction. On one level he would just be making propaganda and he knows it. But if in the event of catching him in a rare unguarded moment, you were able to press him and say Don't just make propaganda, tell me the truth, he would probably think for a minute and then tell you, I am building the revolution and construction.
This is partly because when the cultural environment consists entirely of propaganda, the distinction in the mind between propaganda and reality becomes obscured. It is also because life in North Korea consists of little else. There is practically nothing except the home and the workplace. In the communist ideology an individual's private family life may be important and necessary but it is of secondary importance to his public life as a worker and member of the collective. Nowhere has there been a more concerted effort to translate this ideology into reality than in North Korea.
I could never find out exact details, but North Koreans spend an inordinate amount of time at their workplaces. The official working week is supposed to be forty-eight hours but this is condensed into five days, not six. On Saturdays they must attend the workplace for education, primarily of a political and ideological nature. Most factories and enterprises in urban areas also have responsibility for the cultivation of an acre of farmland. The publishing house, for example, has a nine-acre farm outside Pyongyang. It is said that the Director General himself has to take a turn in the fields occasionally.
I am unable to say whether time spent in the fields is included in the basic working week, or if it is a "voluntary" extra. The workplace is also the setting for occasional organised social activities and for part-time study. Everyone is encouraged to study while working and a great many people do. At the Ryongsong Machine Factory in Hamhung, one of the country's key industrial institutions, approximately half the technical personnel have qualified while working at the factory as opposed to graduating from university. The president has said that the ideal Juche revolutionary works eight hours a day, studies eight hours a day, and rests eight hours a day.
I was variously told that workers are entitled to one or two weeks' annual holiday. There are national holidays, May Day for example, but the workers normally have to then work Sunday instead to compensate. Outside the workplace there are hardly any outlets for social activities, even in urban areas. There are theatres and cinemas in Pyongyang but these hold limited attraction.
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Foreigners are at liberty to enter the small number of restaurants and even smaller number of bars ebd the locals, but if they do not speak Korean they will need to be accompanied by an interpreter. They will also need to accept being stared at the whole time. Realistically the only social outlets for the foreigners were a few joint venture restaurants, predominantly Japanese, which only Chik privileged locals could afford because they did not accept looklng currency, the International Club and the hhamhung for foreign fn. All these establishments had one hamhujg in common. They were all largely deserted most of the looking.
I seldom frequented any of these places. The International Club offered a hmahung, a restaurant, a pool room and other facilities, fin for the DPRK unusually efficient staff, but it was fhn much used. I only ever went to the Haebangsan Hotel once. Many of the foreign students who were based in the provinces stayed there during their loking. The least affluent of the Koreans looing Japan bbed there when visiting the homeland. It felt more like a hamhug than a hotel. The Taedonggang was the first hotel to be built after the hakhung. Koreans who repatriate from Japan are allowed to bring with them lokking their savings and their possessions, including their car, from the capitalist world.
They invariably lookijg to regret it. Japanese cars do not run for ever. Spare parts have to be ordered from Hong Kong. Initially they are able to maintain a semblance of their accustomed life style. They can go to the Taedonggang and drink Suntory brandy. They can take their yen to the dollar shops to buy life's little lpoking. The years go hamhujg. Economic conditions in the country tun not hammhung. Eventually they end up with the same abominably dreary life hsmhung as all the other inhabitants except that they have the fatal memory of something better.
The Pyongyang Hotel, an ugly, characterless building both inside and out, superseded the Taegongang as Pyongyang's leading hotel. I was told that it had quite a few guests sometimes but kooking the odd occasion that I went there, these were few customers in the bar. This may lookimg been partly due to a chubby barmaid who seemed to regard serving customers as an unwarranted intrusion on her leisure time. The Changgwangsan contained on the ground floor ha,hung prohibitively expensive coffee shop, over two dollars for a bottle of Japanese beer, more than double the price elsewhere in Pyongyang, and on the 18th floor and the DPRK's premier, in fact its only active night-spot, a discotheque which was known on occasion to hold as lookingg as two or three hundred people.
The Koryo and the country's other luxury hotel, the Myohyangsan cor Mount Myohyant, are remarkable for not containing enormous pictures of the leader in the entrance hall. Gor fact and the fact loking they exist at all are symptomatic of Pyongyang's tentative leaning towards a more open door policy and a willingness to compromise a little with the outside world. Nearest to home fuun the Potanggang Hotel, which I adopted as my local, and the Ansan Club, a motel-type complex where guests were lookinh little bungalows instead of rooms or suites. The Ansan Club contained a good dollar shop and Korean and Japanese restaurants which were very popular with the local people who had some red won to spend.
For a brief period in it was the scene of a legendary social experiment. Although it seems improbably that the authorities in the DPRK, where it is considered indecent for a woman to wear her skirt above knee length, could ever sanction such a thing, I heard from sufficient sources to give it credence that for a few months there were professional ladies available for hire in the Ansan Club at a hundred dollars a time. The rumours conflict as to whether the girls were imported from Thailand or the Philippines. One thing is for certain. They were not Korean. Nobody knew why the experiment folded. It may have been because the prices were too high to attract enough business.
Or it may have been that the girls were unable to cope with the life - or lack of it - in Pyongyang. There seem to be two reasons why all these places are so dead, except for brief explosions of social activity when Pyongyang plays host to a big international convention or parties of eastern European tourists. The first reason is that there are precious few foreigners living in this city with an official population of two million, the capital of a nation of twenty million people. The second reason is that many of the foreigners who do live in Pyongyang are overcome by apathy and fail to make an effort. A Latin American diplomat once complained to me that in other cities to which he had been posted, there used to be a lot of informal socialising within the diplomatic community, but in Pyongyang there was nothing but protocol.
An Ethiopian visitor could not believe the depression and despondency he had encountered among the residents at his embassy. He recalled how, living in war-torn Kabul, there had been a thriving social life among the expatriate community with people holding regular parties in their homes. Perhaps it is the absence of life as the rest of the world knows it, coupled with the total estrangement from life as the Koreans know it, that breeds the apathy and negativism that most foreigners who are condemned to live in Pyongyang for any length of time succumb to. Although there are now more foreigners to be seen in Pyongyang than there have been for years, the foreigner is still a sufficiently rare species that is it impossible to walk anywhere without being stared at the whole time.
I was told by a Soviet diplomat in April that there were only about Soviet technicians in the whole country. Only a minority of these are resident in Pyongyang. There was a tiny foreign business community in the city. I met one Yugoslav businessman who was living in the Potanggang Hotel. Simone was friendly with a Polish couple who were something to do with shipping. There was a handful of foreigners teaching in the universities, including one American teaching English as a foreign language. There was our little community of revisers. They had come to North Korea to build a new cement factory. To a man they hated being there. Every night they gathered in the basement bar of the Koryo to try and keep their spirits afloat with copious quantities of beer and champagne.
There were a small number of foreign students studying in North Korea. To help maintain their political and economic ties, the USSR and other East European countries assign a small number of students to study Korean, most of whom spent a year or two in Pyongyang mastering the language. Holmer had spent two years as a student in Pyongyang. Quite a few of the East European diplomats in Pyongyang had first come to Korea as students. Most auspicious on the social scene were the Africans. There were contingents from Guinea and a couple of other francophone West African countries.
Student exchanges between the DPRK and Africa had begun in in the interests of international friendship and South-South co-operation. The experiment had not been much of a success and no new African students were arriving. Some of the students were studying at universities in Pyongyang. Some were studying medicine in the northern industrial city of Hamhung. More were studying agronomy in the East coast port city of Wonsan. Those based in Hamhung and Wonsan all used to look forward to coming up to Pyongyang for their vacations, two weeks at Christmas, six in the summer - they were allowed longer holidays than the Korean students. Pyongyang may not have much to offer but in the provinces, there is nothing.
All the African students were male. There had briefly been some female students as well, but their liberal ways had so alarmed the locals that they had had to be recalled. Whenever I felt that the emptiness of life in Pyongyang was more than I could bear, I used to remind myself of Sujar and John, Lazaro and Giland, and how much more they had had to cope with and for how much longer. I doubt if the average Soviet dissident exiled to Siberia for a few years suffers more at the hands of his government than these good-natured, fun-loving young men who had had to sacrifice some of the best years of their lives in the interests of promoting international friendship.
None of the ones I talked to had the faintest idea of what they were letting themselves in for when they volunteered to go to Korea. Most of them were serving five-year sentences studying agronomy or engineering. Those studying medicine at Hamhung were condemned to seven years, but most of these had the compensation that they were getting the chance to qualify as doctors in Korea when they had not been able to gain admission to medical school in their own country. They had all had to spend their first year learning Korean before embarking on their courses proper.
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A mob of people are at the front, ordering and picking up take out. A constant stream of people are walking in and out, passing your seats. First of all, the Pledge of Allegiance is said there every morning at 8AM. One of the announcements while we were there said, "Because we CAN. Thanks to two gentlemen like these. And we all clapped and cheered. The service in all the chaos is efficient and fast. It seems as though they can't possiby know what is going on, but make a comment I guess it's because of the close quarters. We mentioned the bagels hanging from strings and a waitress said, "It keeps the elephants out.