The captain comes to harass me. “Mot-jeng-i, Sara sonsengnim.”
He says it again. And again. I throw up my hands. I say, I don’t know. He pronounces it. Again. Deliberately enunciating each sound. He makes me repeat it. This is ironic, actually, given the subject of my last post, but there is no reason why I should know this word. It will not help me ask for directions or mail a letter.
I have reached the point where I am exasperated almost the moment I see him. “I don’t speak Korean! What are you making me say? Repeat it as many times as you like! It will never mean anything to me unless you tell me what you’re saying!” I want to cry, actually, or throw lukewarm coffee in his face.
He made me say “I am a fine lady.” This makes me hate him and I don’t know why my reaction is so strong.