Goodbye, Old Friend
What words? My wife and I both feel as if an old friend we’d meant to visit again had been murdered, stolen from us by a deranged killer, a thief of beauty and history. Anyone who has lived in Seoul recently knows that it can and will be rebuit with faithful perfection. But like the Golden Pavillion of Kyoto, which I would not call Namdaemun’s equal, it will be never be the same, either. As many have already...