From: hseung@spasibo.hamheung.ac.kp (Ho-Dor Seung)
Newsgroups: soc.culture.korean
Subject: AnNyung from city of NengMyun!  [not short]
Date: 22 Dec 92 08:43:37 GMT
Organization: University of Hamheung, D. P. R. K.
Originator: hseung@anat3d1.anatomy.upenn.edu


	Last week, as I patrolled around the PanMunJum as a full
fledged military police of the ROK army, a DPRK comrade, whom I had
the pleasure to play several games of DdakJi-ChiKi (card flipping) and
Ddang-Dda-MokKi (land grabbing) with since I was stationed there a
month ago, came by my side and whispered into my ears that it would be
wise for both of us if we would exchange our uniforms for couple of
days, so that we can sneaky sightsee each other's motherland.  He told
me he was dying to drink Western beers at T.G.I. Monday in KangNam
while analyzing gorgeous Seoul ladies, which I must have unconsciously
lamented thousands of times during our friendly games.  Of course,
recalling his home base being in the vicinity of Hamheung -- the city
of NengMyun! -- I immediately nodded in agreement.
	True, the journey to Hamheung wasn't an easy one.  As a matter
of fact, I had to exchange clothes with a filthy peasant (I had
narrowly convinced him that he could just as well defect to South if
he patrolled around the PanMunJum area with the uniform I had, and
also by praying for some generous South Korean soldier like myself to
come by and strike a conversation with him) just to slip into the city
from the base, and when I did in fact enter the city, fleas started
popping out from my pockets, so it was virtually impossible to eat a
clean NengMyun.  Fortunately, there were lots of public baths along
the main street, so after having a hot shower to strip myself of the
nasty odors stacked from months of training, I quickly stole an
University of Hamheung student's clothes.
	So here I am in the largest campus of Hamheung, after
frantically stuffing the pit inside my stomach with hearty NengMyun
and YookSoo day after day, night after night, I am finally writing THE
first article from DPRK; thank goodness the system administrator at
University of Hamheung is a father of five teenage girls, so bribing
him with the latest hair gel, which I had carried all the time in my
shiny walker, easily got me this quota-free account on a refurbished
ex-soviet computer called "Spasibo."  He said it means "thank you" in
Russian.  "Why, spasibo!"  I replied.  He cracked up, but I cracked
his system in no time, so we now have GNU Emacs and rn on Spasibo
instead of brain-dead vi and nn.
	Be that as it may, there is something magical about posting
while waiting for a cold metal bowl of NengMyun (I ordered one
again!!).  Yes, aside from the usual growling and screaming within my
stomach, it's certainly a refreshing change from all those yucky and
oily C-rations I had back in my smelly bunker.  To top it off, all the
female students here dress in chic & classy sixties' style!  You've
got to see them!  There is life after all!  I hope my defected comrade
in Seoul does not miss here and call me, because nothing down there
matches Hamheung's delicious NengMyun nor beautiful women!
	Hey, the NengMyun's here!  Gotta go now.  Bye!

--
Ho-Dor Seung                                  Hi Mom!  I'm alive!
hseung@spasibo.hamheung.ac.kp                 It's not 1984 here.
University of Hamheung, D. P. R. K.           It's 1992.