“In town, during the week, I pocketed my emotions—silent and screaming anguish in all shades of red—Father’s way. But on these trips out of town, the neung-jae grasses that skimmed my body ripped holes in my pockets and emptied all the red I had saved.” EmotionsKoreaNorth KoreaFathers And SonsSouth KoreaKorean War Author:Myun Haing Kim