Kwon Hye-Ji/#4 meaningful place final draft/Tues 9am

My Secret Place 2nd draft

201200235 Kwon Hye-Ji

 

When I think of my childhood, a place always comes to my mind. From the moment my old best friend and I found this hidden place by accident, we made a lot of good memories and shared everything there. So, the place reminds me of her bright smile and cheerful laughter. I still miss scent of trees and flowers around the area and the ringing school bell after school. The place provided me a private room and kept me from a noise other students made while chatting, yelling, and running the yard.

 

It might be a destiny for her and me to discover the place. My friend and I always did everything together like twins such as doing homework, having meals and exercising. Even we had similar hobbies and tastes. So we were like perfectly well-engaged wheels. When we were second grade students, we took a same after-school activity program to learn playing violin. After the violin class finished, we walked out from a building and found a path next to the building. I do not know I can call it a path because it was just a little space leading to a corner beside the building. It was unpaved and colorful grass grew on the road. However, we were attracted to walk into the path by something. So out of curiosity, we walked in and we reached to an empty lot surrounded by trees. It was small but cozy. The ground was soft and comfortable with green grass. Also, the place was located on a hill, so we could look down the town. Then, fresh air came into my breath.

 

So we got one more secret. My friend and I had already shared many stories but the place was the most valuable present for us. We could improve the friendship more. After the school finished, we often went to there and had a great time. Sometimes we did homework, sang songs, or had chat while eating chips together. Because it was the hidden place, nobody could find us and interrupt our time. So we could open our minds to each other and even talked about sensitive topics such as a boy who I liked in the classroom. We unpacked a bag of stories that we did not want others to know. Even the atmosphere of the place made us relieved to continue talking. Imagine the blue sky with fleecy clouds and a light breezing on the green and soft ground. I could sometimes hear others laughing and music flowing from somewhere. Trees were fluttering in the wind and we still had a lot of story to talk.

 

However, I also enjoyed having my own time there. I often went to there by myself. I always wanted to lie down on my back on the grass, look up to the sky and just enjoy watching clouds flitting. At that time, I sometimes felt sick of doing homework and going to an academy for extra study. When I felt like escaping from the repeated daily life, I went to the secret place. I could be relaxed by looking down at the town. Under the hill, people looked very busy and were in hurry to move somewhere but I felt like only I was in the paused time. So I felt like I became special. Because I ensured that nobody would come, so I did not need to care about the outside world. It was completely isolated, so there was very calm, quiet and peaceful. It was a good place to arrange thoughts or read books in the sun.

 

Unfortunately, the place was disappeared due to construction but it still remained in my mind. When I was in the place, I felt like I fell in the completely different world where others could not find me. So I felt like being a invisible man. I will never forget the comfort and good memories with my best friend in the place. I still miss my sweetest oasis where provided me the requisite opportunities to rest and rejuvenate.

Jiyeon Yang/#4 meaningful place final draft/ Tuesday 9am

My secret café

 

201301957 EIT Jiyeon Yang

 

Although many people can use this place, this place is private to me. So, I always visit this place alone and spend time reading books, listening music and surfing the internet. Most of people in this place are alone so this place is very quiet and peaceful. So when I am stressful or want to arrange my thoughts, I always visit here. Spending time in here gives me rest, relaxation, and peace. Finding a place that is peaceful is important to everyone, but it can be difficult for many people. Also, not many people would think of a cafe as a peaceful place because café in Korea is usually noisy. But I found it to be a great place. Moreover, this place is meaningful because I found this café at my hardest time.

 

Two years ago, I was a high school student so I really concerned about my score. One day, I was really upset and stressful because I screwed up my test. So, to refresh myself, I walked around town alone. After walking an hour, I became tired and needed a rest. So I entered a café named 'the corner.' The café looked very cozy to me. When I entered a café, there was no one and soft music played in the background. Although it was the first time I visit this café, the atmosphere of the café was really comfortable and familiar. I liked the intimacy of atmosphere, light and soft music in the café. So I felt a lot better after a good long rest. From that day on, I often went that café. Every time I went that café, there was nobody or were just a few people. So I used to go there to study and arrange my thoughts. And after I became a university student, this cafe became my regular haunt when I have no class. I usually do my assignments or just relax with a cup of coffee.

 

The exterior of this building is painted in grey color like other buildings in Korea. In front of this building, there are 4 lanes road and the traffic on the road makes an endless noise. However, Surprisingly, The noise tails away when I enter this cafe because of properly soundproofed windows. This café is on the second floor and I usually walk up the stair. When I slowly walk up the stair, a cold burst of stale, sweaty air penetrated my nose and the lighting is too dim. On the other hand, when I enter this café, a faint aroma of coffee tickles my nose. I really love this aroma of freshly brewed coffee. And background music is always classic or jazz. Also, two things make for a very cozy atmosphere. First, because this café faces south, it receives a lot of sun in the morning and afternoon. A café filled with natural sunlight is cheery, warm and inviting. Second, at night, soft and ambient lighting in the café is harmonized with neon signs and the headlights of the cars outside. It makes café cozy, too. And I also love interior of this café. In the middle of the café, a tall, leafy tree stands. To the right is open coffee bar with wood colored walls. Also, there is shelf filled with exotic and foreign imported figures and windows behind this shelf are gold and square framed. To the left are seating areas furnished with large comfortable chairs and small tables, designed with lots of small intimate spaces for quiet conversations. And, next to seating areas, there is a white grand piano. However, I have never seen that someone played this piano. Also, Bookshelves are covered with a variety of books ranging from the religious and philosophical texts to classics in literature. And the paintings and frames are displayed throughout the café on the wall. The paintings are all local artists to purchase and phrases written in frames are all from the Bible.

 

Whenever I order a cup of coffee, there are some noises when barista makes drinks. The first noise in the process is of grinding the beans. And, the second noise is from espresso machine extracting espresso. And If I order a hot drink, the noise is not over yet. For a latte or cappuccino, the next part of process is to steam. And, there are some gurgling noises as air is incorporated into the milk. To someone, this sound could be a noise. However, for me, it sounds like a music. In a rainy day, it sounds much more romantic.

 

This café is like candy and chocolate to me. Because whenever I eat candy and chocolate, sweet flavors and scents make me happy. Like this, whenever I go this café, peaceful atmosphere and a cup of coffee always make me peaceful or even high. Also, this café is like my home because I don't wear any make up or fancy clothes to go this cafe. I am sure there is no place that I can go without make up except my home. It means that I do not have to care about other's eyes. Although this café is my favorite place, this café is not well-known to my neighbors. Also, I do not meet friends in this café because I hope that this café is my private place. I am pretty sure that I cannot find a perfect place like this café except my home. So I really hope that this café remains my only secret and private place forever.

Hajin Ahn/An important place (2nd draft)/Tues 9am

An Exceptionally Cozy Underground (2nd draft)                                                        201301918 Hajin Ahn         Generally, people would say above ground is a place overflowed with vitality while underground is a creature of the opposite nature. Yes, in terms of an image popping into our minds when thinking about underground, I have to admit that underground is considered equal to the darkness that normal people would never be willing to stay for long. However, one of the undergrounds where I used to spend time was an exception. And the very place was the underground parking lot in front of my apartment.          Despite having a stairway made directly to the underground parking lot, I never used it when going below the ground. Instead, I preferred the slope to the parking lot which was exclusively for private cars. Walking down along the wide slope for cars alone, I, as a ten years old child, felt like being the only person in the world. It made me feel a sense of superiority. What a naïve thought I had at that time! Getting nearer to the underground was very similar to the weather growing colder with the approach of sunset. The cool air came out from the underground little by little and my skin erupted with gooseflesh. I shivered slightly in response to the chilliness from the darkness. Normal people would have heavily weakened in underground just like sunflowers dropping their heads at night. However, strangely enough, the chilly air never annoyed or bothered me. It was quite pungent but was thrilling. I should say a boring, sleepy cat suddenly drenched with water would feel the same. The underground smelled where the sun did not shine. I could smell the dust, smoke, and rubber.The bizarre scent reminded me of my school garage where all the remaining chairs and desks were piled up. It was always filled with dust that made the entire room mystic. I remembered I used the garage for cutting my math class several times. I never got caught. That might be one reason that I felt so much relieved and comfortable being in the underground. It was very familiar to me.         During the day, the parking lot looked exactly like inside a kid's mouth with several teeth fallen out, waiting for a permanent set of teeth to come out. Thus, there was enough space for my best friend, Chaerim, and I to hang around. We did not play around the underground parking lot by foot, though. We glided on the rubber floor freely with our in-line skates. The surface of the dark green rubber floor was very much like a well-polished ice board. No matter how fast we ran through the floor, the parking lot stayed as quite as a mouse, never making a sound. It proved how smooth the floor was. I loved hearing my heart beating in the silence. I felt alive. Above the ground, I could not imagine running as fast as I did in the underground with my inline skates as there were too many children, cars, and rough floors interrupting my eagerness for speed.         As soon as the sun was sinking below the horizon, children around my age gathered between two apartment buildings for in-line skating. We never clearly stated that as a race but we all knew that it was the time to compete. No one said anying but all children stood in a line as if it was predetermined. We looked like racehorses whose hooves were hitting the dirt or turf, ready to shoot forward. When a child suddenly shouted, “Go!” seven to eight children started in-line skating race of 15 meters. Thanks to the secret underground training, I always stood at the center after the race, having a smile of victory full of pride.         Before then, I was too shy to stand in front of others. My face turned red like a well-ripen tomato at all times of the day. I thought I had nothing to show off. Again, thanks to the underground parking lot, however, I became the object of other children’s envy. I found what I was good at, and realized  what a sense of achievement meant. I was on cloud nine even though I behaved as if I was used to those situations. For those who knew me well must have thought I was like a fifth grader who acted like an adult in front of her teacher.         During the day, the underground parking lot provided a pleasant shape with a decent temperature. I neither had to sweat nor run at the nose. I had not visited the underground for a long time after middle school. I gradually forgot about it as I had too many things to do above ground. Last week, I walked down the stairs to the underground and noticed that it was actually the first time I used the stairs instead of the slope. It was still dark, still cool, and its floor was still smooth and green. On stepping the floor, I was surprised that it was no more the place that I would like to stay for a long time. Nothing has changed except me. A ten years old naïve girl thought the place was cozy and safe, whereas a 21 years old grown-up thought it was too gloomy, dusty, and musty. The silence  that once was a chance for the little girl to feel alive made a grown-up scared. I kept looking around to make sure no one was there to harm me.         The underground parking lot is still  an important place for my childhood. I would not deny I once felt comfortable being there. What I feel sad is that I am not the innocent girl anymore. I now know too much about the evils in our society, for which I was afraid to be in the dark. Still, I would never forget the peace and vigor I had while spending time in the underground parking lot and the reputation I earned by winning the first place in the in-line skates racing. Daum 메일앱에서 보냈습니다.

Jihoon Yoo/#4 meaningful place final draft/Tuesday 9am

Memories of My House Jihoon Yoo EIT 201301135   Throughout our lives, we encounter and visit innumerable places that give us both pleasant or unpleasant memories and feelings of hope, joy, or sadness. However, we usually forget the feelings we felt, or dialogues we spoke in those precious and meaningful places after a while, as if those places only had been negligible or not worthwhile places to visit. As for me too, I have been to, or I think I have, visited diverse places that taught me important lessons and values, but have forgotten the feelings I felt or the precious values secretly covered in those places. However, there is one place that I still remember so vividly, and still can feel its warmth like it is still around me to this day. It is the house I lived in for one whole year in Wales, UK, when I was in 5th grade. To talk about the exterior of the house, it was three stories including the attic, with a backyard and a small garage that could only fit one vehicle. Despite the dark colors our neighboring houses had, our house particularly was colored in white and light blue, which was standing out from the rest of the houses. About a few hundred meters away from my house stood Bishop Gore Secondary School, and therefore loud laughter and chatters from the students going to and from school always encircled my house. Going inside the house, first thing that could be seen was the stairs leading to the second floor, and next to the stairs were the living room and the kitchen, where I used to spend most of my times. Whenever I was lying on the sofa in the living room, the delicious smell of my mother cooking Korean or English foods always permeated every parts of my house, giving excitement for the family. My bedroom and my parent's bedroom were situated on the second floor, and my older sister got the big room on the third floor, which I used to envy so much at that time. Something that was unfamiliar and particular about my house was the fact that there were three toilets, one on the second floor, another one just next to the door leading to the backyard, and the last one at the backyard, covered helplessly by a thin wooden door. Also, ironically there was a sink located in my sister's room, and therefore it created a sensational combination of a sink and a bed located side by side. It was my sister's usual routine to leave the tap open ever so slightly so that there would be droplets of water while reading her books, which she explained her behavior as 'reading inside the rain.' Anyhow, guessing by its ironic and unfamiliar settings this house had, the initial owner that built the house must have been very lazy. Unusual for English houses, our house had a boiler room midway from the second floor to the third floor, but it was always avoided by everyone because of a creepy picture attached to the door of the room. It was a drawing of two Lego characters, but it was too old that the drawing was worn out and had brown smudges on the edge. However, the inside of the boiler room was a complete reversal. The carpet that covered the floor was fluffy and smooth that whenever I lied down, it was like a thick blanket covering and soothing me. Also, a carpet in combination with a dim yellow light made me feel so calm, therefore despite everyone's fear and hatred towards the room, I frequently went there and just pondered about anything I wanted. The foremost reason for remembering the house so vividly despite it being over eight years since I left is not because of the fact that the house was so unique and out of the standards, but because of the memories I gained in the house, which I still cannot forget. There were a lot of memories that I still cherish, and I can say with certainty that most of the memories surrounding this house are related to my best friend called Nia Williams. When I now think about the places inside the house like the sofa in the living room, the bathroom on the second floor, or the stairs leading up to the third floor, the memories I had with Nia, whether it was trivial or important, spring up inside my head. Like normal 12 years old girls, we loved to hang out in each other's houses, and every time she came to my house, we would sit on the sofa and watch 'Cartoon networks' or famous TV shows, go up to my room to gossip about the boys we fancied, eat chicken soup in the kitchen, which we bought at the convenient store just a few blocks away from my house, dance to famous singer's songs like the 'Black Eyed Peas' in the backyard, and sleep in my sister's room where the bed was big enough for two. Like this, our house was a little hideout for us two and there was nowhere inside the house that we didn't have any memories about. For a little Asian girl that went to a foreign setting for the first time ever, having a beloved friend I can talk to using my untrimmed English and get along with without having any culturally different mindsets, was something so valuable and irreplaceable. And therefore the memories I spent with her are unforgettable and are treasured so much. Also, my house was the gathering place for the Korean families that lived nearby. In a small town of Wales, it is normally hard to find other nationalities than Welsh people, but fortunately there were about four more Korean families that came to live because of varying reasons. Having met people that have many things in common in such an uncommon place was a big pleasure, and therefore all the families gathered frequently, if not every day. For most of the times, the gathering place for all was our house, for having a backyard for barbequing, a big living room for the fathers, a clean and well-organized kitchen for the mothers, and a creepy room to play hide-and-seek for us, or the kids. Every Korean celebration days like Chuseok or Seolnal, all the families would come to my house, eat Korean foods that were too spicy and salty for our English friends to eat, drink Korean beer our parents bought at a distant Korean food store and eat delicious candies and snacks. For other people or those reading this essay may say or think that it is what normal people do and therefore there is nothing to cherish about, but for us, our house was a breakthrough, away from speaking another language, cultural barriers, and works and assignments. It was a place where we were ourselves and nothing else. It has been more than eight years since I left that unforgettable, treasure box-like house in Wales, and since then I have moved to different houses in different surroundings. However, when someone asks me what my best house so far was, I will not even hesitate a second to say that my house in Wales was the best. It was never the richest house, or the prettiest house that someone has every gotten, but certainly in terms of the values and memories that a house gave, my house is without doubt incomparable. And I believe that I am very fortune and lucky to have invaluable memories to cherish forever.

Namhye Kim/9am/2nd draft

Hugendubel

 

201100316 Kim Nam Hye

 

I personally really like to spend time in café. First of all, I like the comfortable moods of staying in cafe. Besides, I can concentrate on my assignments easier in cafe than anywhere else. I also enjoy reading books there. Of course, I love variety of delicious drinks and desserts too. During my time in Germany as an exchange student, there was a cafe called 'Hugendubel' which I visited very often - three to four times a week. So, I can remember it very vividly and specifically still now.

 

If you want to spend your time in Hugendubel, you first have to pass by lots of colorful books neatly loaded on each shelf, since Hugendubel is located on the 2nd floor of a big bookstore. Passing by those books for about 15 meters, you will encounter the vivid red stairs. I always thought that these stairs are well designed for human. The stairs are very low but at the same time robust, so it was very comfortable to go up and down. Kids go up stairs safely. Likewise, elderly people don't need to feel hard pain on their knees while going downstairs. Whenever I used the stairs to go Hugendubel, I felt as if I was still walking the flat floor. It literally seems to be the extension of ground.

 

The moment you enter the cafe, mouth-watering desserts on the show-window will definitely catch your eye. Each of them shows off their vivid colors: ivory, orange, flamed-red, black, chocolate, and dark brown. On the stand near the cashier are placed thick layered-cheese cake, impressive dark-chocolate cake, healthy-looking carrot cake made of real sliced carrots, one of my favorite poppy cake, and acerbic raspberry cake of vivid flame red color. In addition to that, there are hand-made cookies of many flavors, croissants, and other eye- catching delicious breads. Among them, what captivated my heart was 'Mohn kuchen'(the poppy cake). I have never tried this kind of cake before, as it is banned to eat poppy seed in Korea because of the addictiveness. So, it was a new world for me. Poppy cake not only has a unique appearance, but also has a distinctive flavor. The Dark grayed poppy seeds are densely laid on the top of the cake and well-baked brown bread accounts for the bottom part of the cake. The coordination of these two parts looks great. Once you bite a bit, the poppy seed is popping on your mouth. At the same time, you can feel kind of racy flavor of the poppy seed. At first, I was afraid of trying this poppy cake. But, after trying it, I was addicted to it.

 

When you look up side right back of the cashier, you will find a few menus for drinks. It is handwritten in German. When I wait for a line, a blond hair and blue-eyed clerk asks me in German with bright smile asks, "Was bestellen Sie?"-which means "What do you want to order?". I ordered without hesitance with a shy smile. "Eine Tasse Cappuccino bitte."- A cup of cappuccino please. From the pick-up desk, I cautiously take my cappuccino.

 

Now the next step is to find where to sit. When I Look around the whole café, various people are around me: Old men and women with deep carved wrinkles, young students looked in their early twenties are on the brink of burying their face on their books. There are also small kids with a lovely peach on their cheeks. They looked very curious and even adventurous, as if some brightening beam is sparking from their eyes. While standing amid the place, my ear is full of German. But it passes so fast from inside to outside of my ear that I can't catch the meaning - like a flash shot of camera. I stare around available seats. Actually, the seats are very ordinary, and nothing special. Few light brown tables and chairs are arranged sparsely. Once you lay your butt on the hardwood chair, it might felt very stiff. Now I start to taste the sip of my coffee. Though I ordered the hot drink, the temperature is always tepid. I suppose that this is because they mix both hot and cold milk while making my cappuccino. Fortunately, I liked the moderate temperature as I don't need to feel pain on my mouth due to too hot temperature. It's the right temperature for me. I feel something bitter but at the same time sweet because of the lactose, additionally soft. I love the mixture of bitter coffee extract and sweet milk. When they are blended, they form a delicious spicy taste. Also, the mixture of coffee aroma and new books' unique scent comes delicately to my nose. I like the combination of those two, as I can feel it only in Hugendubel : mixture of bookstore and coffee shop.

 

While writing this, I awfully missed all of things related to Hugendubel: poppy cake, tepid cappuccino, hand-written German menus, the aroma of Hugendubel, and even the vivid red friendly stairs. I hope to visit there someday in future, and enjoy what I had done again.

Edward Yom/ A Meaningful Place/ Tues 9am

염준호 201303872

 

Narnia

 

     Of the numerous places that I have visited in my life, I would like to share one place, a villa in Yangpyeong Korea, that left an enormous impact. I first visited my villa which was located on top of the mountain when I was ten. Since I didn't have the slightest idea that I would have to climb the mountain, I figured the heavy rain from the day before would not affect my attire, so I was wearing shorts and flip flops. However, when I saw the mountain, it looked like an uncharted territory with ivy and trees everywhere without a noticeable path. It would be no surprise if a deer or a rabbit popped out. As I was going up the mountains, the rocks shook, and roots spread in attempt to make me fall. There were branches and bushes grabbing, and tearing at my clothes and skin. By the time I arrived, I looked as if I washed ten cats. there were scratch marks all over my body, and I was soaked with sweat. 

 

     When I arrived, it felt as if I was in a new world. The first thing I noticed was the smell of fresh cut grass while feeling the cool and refreshing breeze. It was an open place where I was able to see rivers, mountains with fog.Through the fog, was a  There were numerous other astonishing factors like the fire place to make a little bonfire, the best part about the place was the sunset. Looking at the red, yellow, and orange sun slowly spreading through the horizon, while browning marshmallows on the bonfire, and drinking fresh, cold water from the lake, I felt as if I had the whole world to myself. There was no internet connection, but that allowed me to try numerous things like running around in the grass, and attempting to hunt rabbits and deer. 

 

 

      My villa, although it was hard to get there, reminds me of Narnia. There is a different view, and a different feeling depending on the season. In winter, there is a beautiful scenery of frozen lakes and trees with snow leaves. In autumn, I am see leaves turning red, orange, and yellow absorbing the color of the sun. It feels like I am going to four different places while getting the same comfortable feeling of "home," yet having a new, and adventurous feeling at the same time. To this day, during holidays, or when I have some free time, I find myself coming here. It is not that far away, and it is well worth the time and effort going there.  

Hyejin Kim/Second Draft of Meaningful Place/Tue 9 a.m.

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Heaven in My Hardest Time

 

201001006 Hyejin Kim

                                                                                                         

           How many people can say that they've visited heaven when they were early 20s? Well, I can say that. I could find my heaven when I was spending the hardest time in my life. I went to England 2 years ago for volunteering work. I stayed a convent in a small town named Edenbridge near London. In the town, it hardly found a yellow person who was from oriental culture. So When I shopped in local supermarket, I could feel that people saw me by glimpses. And there were many sisters and staffs from various countries like Belgium, France, Switzerland and England in the convent. I cleaned rooms, cooked, washed cars and so on for about 5 hours a day to help the community operate properly and serve to guests who stayed for meditation with food and cleaned places. Sometimes I had to accept works, arguments, and treatments that I could not understand. For example, some of the sisters were little bit hysterical and often I couldn't understand their behaviors. Also I suffered from different food and different culture. It was really stressful and I hardly shared my feelings to others since there was no friend around my age. I was the youngest in the community and second youngest was around 45 years old. I was very lonely and missed my country.

           However, I could find a place, "bridge to Eden" like the name of the town, to console my heart. The convent was surrounded by meadow and especially I liked a side that was near from my room. There were a couple of huge oak trees and brown colored wooden benches. The trees always had abounding greenery, so it spread the leaves to cover the whole meadow when wind blew. When I sat on the bench, I could see four of brown donkeys and hear the sound the leaves rustling. Wire fences separated the space for the donkeys from the building we stayed. However they were very meek. When I fed them with bits of carrots, they came closer to me and chewed them with their big and nice teeth. Sometimes I brushed them with a sister from Belgium named Beatrice, they seemed to smile at me. When I had free time, I walked around the meadow, listened to music with my mobile phone, and stroked the donkeys' bristly backs. Then they used to make me fun chewing and pulling my jacket lightly with their mouth. The most enjoyable thing was to see evening glow sitting down on the bench.  I enjoyed a full measure of various colored sunset behind my favorite oak tree. It would be red, pink, yellow, and light purple. Sometimes it showed all of the colors that I just mentioned at the same time. It was too marvelous to hold back my tears. Almost every day I went to walk to enjoy the moment after having my dinner which they called 'supper'. Walking around or sitting on the bench, I smelled of fresh grass and fallen leaves. In spring, the meadow filled up with flower-fragrant air since flower garden was quite close from the place and the benches were surrounded by yellow daffodil. Therefore I felt as if I were in heaven when I sat on the bench listening to music and watching the donkeys eating the grass. Sunshine was gorgeous behind the donkeys and endless green meadow.

           Coming back to home after 1 year that I spent in the convent, I forgot most of the bad memories. The only thing that I remember clearly is the breeze and sunshine that I felt in my heaven. The place surrounded by oak trees, grass, donkeys, sunshine and sunset was the comfort itself for me. It was the place where I missed my family, friends and country. It was the place that filled my heart with warmth and encouragement that helped me to accept all of the bad and good memories I had there. So it is my most meaningful place ever.

 

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Seohyun Lee/#4 Meaningful Place/Tues 9am

Goodbye to My Adolescence 

        About 10 years, when I was from 9 to 18, I lived in one place. When I think about that place, I can think up about me in elementary school, middle school, and high school. In short, my precious teenage memory is related to that place. It was an apartment. It was at the mountainside. In that mountain, five different kinds of apartment were there. It was a quite big area. To get there, we have to get pass busy road, because there is a tunnel below that area. Passing the road that is always busy and even much more crowded in rush hour because of the tunnel, following the one steep road, I can get to my house. If I could to avoid walking to my house from the start of the road below the hillside, I tried everything I could. The reason was simple. It was so steep that I always felt like climbing the mountain. 

        One day in winter, there was heavy snowfalls. It was rare occasion in Busan. Along with a lot of snow, our area turned out to be a natural snow sleigh park. Until now, I cannot forget that day. It was better than any other snow sleigh park I've been to. The speed was very fast because of steep hills. Not only winter, we could truly enjoy and recognize spring, summer, or fall is coming in that area. In spring, we could see different kinds of blooming flowers. In summer, we could hear cicadas singing. In fall, all trees in our mountain at the back of our apartment building that me and my mom was used to climb in the morning changed their colors.

        To enjoy fall more thoroughly, my mom and I were used to climb the mountain. Not only with my family, with my school mates, we went to the mountain to put our feet in little stream at there. Some of my best friends in school were living that area, and we used to meet every day after school and played together at outside of our house or each other's house. Beside these happy memories, I also had sad memory. I often scolded by my mother, and sometimes she told me to get out. There was nowhere to go, so I had to just wondering around the cold night at outside. Despite bad memories, still I had a lot of happy memories. Therefore, when our family decided to move house to other place, I felt very sad. Finally, when the day came, I felt like saying goodbye to my adolescence.

Kwon Hye-Ji/Meaningful place 1st draft/ Tues 9am

My Secret Place

201200235 Kwon Hye-Ji

 

When I think of my childhood, a place always comes to my mind. From the moment my old best friend and I found this hidden place by accident, we made a lot of good memories and shared everything there. So, the place remind me of my old best friend.

 

It might be destiny for us to discover the place. My friend and I always did everything together like twins. When we were second grade students, we took a same after-school activity program that we learned playing violin. After the violin class finished, we walked out from a building and found a path by the building. I do not know I can call it a path but beside the building, there was a little space leading to a corner. Out of curiosity, we walked along the path and we reached to an empty lot surrounded by trees. It was small but cozy. The ground was soft and comfortable with grass. Because it was located on a hill, we could look down the town.

 

My friend and I had already shared many stories but then we had one more secret about the place. The place made us closer. Because it was the hidden place, nobody could find us and interrupt our time. After the school finished, we often went to there and had a great time. Sometimes we did homework, sang songs, or had chat while eating chips together in the place.

 

However, I also enjoyed having my own time there. I often went to there by myself. I could be relaxed by looking down at the town. At that time, I sometimes felt sick of doing homework and going to an academy for extra study. When I felt like escaping from the repeated daily life, I went to there. Because I ensured that nobody would come, so I did not need to care about the outside world. It was completely isolated so there was very calm, quiet and peaceful. It was a good place to organize thoughts or read books in the sun.

 

Unfortunately, the place was disappeared due to construction but it still remained in my mind. I will never forget the comfort and good memories that the place provided me. I still hope to have a place like that time.

Yoonhae Kang/ #4 Meaningful place / Tues 9am

Meaningful place.

 

201300058 Yoonhae Kang

 

           There was a little ally which I called 'the passage of wind'. It was a little alley between two apartments and there was a little bench. The place was always very quite because there were not many people who walk through the alley. However the place was not always a soundless place. At first, there were no sounds, however, after few seconds you can started to hear the blowing winds' whispering.

           Especially in the season of autumn, I miss the place. At autumn, during the time when leaves turn their color and say good bye to their mother tree, the place was filled with continues dancing group of waltz. The leaves moved round and round follow with the flow of winds. Although the place was separated from all the sounds that are made by human but it was more crowded with whispering of winds and leaves which have just fall from tress around the bench. The yellow and red leaves danced around and in front of the bench, showing various color spinning together. It was beautiful and spectacular.

In addition, the place is a meaningful place between me and my friend of my childhood. I loved to sit alone on the bench however sometimes I visited the place with my friend. Both of us love the alley because it was such a romantic and quite place. We used to watching the leaves flying at autumn and wild flowers moving by wind at spring. In other times, we used to play housekeeping or play with ball. The place was a hiding place between me and my friend. Although both of me and my friend are no longer live in the apartment beside the alley whenever we chat, we miss the old bench.

I believe every person have a meaningful place of their own. For me, it was a secret hiding place of my childhood. I use to watch and hear the quite whispering of nature. In addition, I made fun and special memory with my friend at the alley. Still now, I miss my old bench and alley. Especially in a season of nowadays: autumn.

Edward Yom/ A Meaningful Place/ Tues 9am

Narnia

 

 

     Of the numerous places that I have visited in my life, I would like to share one place, a villa in Yangpyeong Korea, that left an enormous impact. I first visited my villa which was located on top of the mountain when I was ten. Since I didn't have the slightest idea that I would have to climb the mountain, I figured the heavy rain from the day before would not affect my attire, so I was wearing shorts and flip flops. However, when I saw the mountain, it looked like an uncharted territory with ivy and trees everywhere without a noticeable path. It would be no surprise if a deer or a rabbit popped out. As I was going up the mountains, the rocks shook, and roots spread in attempt to make me fall. There were branches and bushes grabbing, and tearing at my clothes and skin. By the time I arrived, I looked as if I washed ten cats. there were scratch marks all over my body, and I was soaked with sweat. 

 

     When I arrived, it felt as if I was in a new world. The first thing I noticed was the smell of fresh cut grass while feeling the cool and refreshing breeze. It was an open place where I was able to see rivers, mountains with fog. There were numerous other astonishing factors like the fire place to make a little bonfire, the best part about the place was the sunset. Looking at the red, yellow, and orange sun slowly spreading through the horizon, while browning marshmallows on the bonfire, and drinking fresh, cold water from the lake, I felt as if I had the whole world to myself. 

 

 

      My villa, although it was hard to get there, reminds me of Narnia. There is a different view, and a different feeling depending on the season. It feels like I am going to four different places while getting the same comfortable feeling of "home," yet having a new, and adventurous feeling at the same time. To this day, during holidays, or when I have some free time, I find myself coming here. It is not that far away, and it is well worth the time and effort going there.  

Namhye Kim/ meaningful place/ Tue 9am

Hugendubel

 

 201100316 Kim Nam Hye

 

 

I personally really like to spend time in café. I like the comfortable moods and delicious drinks there. I can focus my work easily, and take a rest there. When I was in Germany as a exchange student, there was one cafe, which I visited often, and spent time a lot. The name of this café is Hugendubel. I can still remember the café very specifically, and clearly.

 

Actually, I first had to enter lots of colorful books loaded on each shelf, as it was located on the 2^nd floor of a big bookstore. When you enter the bright red stairs(which is shining every time)you will easily get to the café. The stair was quite low and robust, so you don't feel trouble climbing up there at all. Even kids go up stairs with no hesitation. Old people don't need to be stressful of it. Whenever I climb upstairs to reach the café, I don't feel any pain in my leg as usual. It feels like that I was still walking the flat floor.

 

The moment you arrive there, what you see first is mouth-watering desserts. Each of them shows off their vivid colors: ivory, orange, flamed-red, black, brown. What I see on the stand are cakes of thick layers-cheese,chocolate,carrot,poppy,raspberry, hand-made cookies of many flavors, croissants, other breads. When you look up, you will find a few menu there. Those are written in German, supposedly by someone's hand neatly. Blond, blue-eyed(not too bright, but a little bit dark like bronze) clerk asks me in German with showing her bright white teeth and smiling " Was bestellen Sie?" which means "What do you want to order?".  At least, this word comes to my ear clearly, as if she whispered this sentence to my ear. I ordered with confident. From the pick-up desk, I cautiously take my cup of coffee, it is quite heavy to carry in one hand.

 

When I look around, different kinds of people are around me: Old men and women with deep carved wrinkles, young students looked in their early twenties on the brink of burying their face on the thick book. There are also small kids with an attractive peach on their cheeks. They fixed their eye on me, as if beam sparks from their eyes. My ears catch familiar but not comfortable sound: German. Sometimes it feels like alien words. It passes so fast outside of my ear, like a flash shot of camera. I stare around available seats with awkward carefulness, as if this is an important mission for me. "No, this space is too near to the old man. No, I don't like to sit next to the clerks, it will be annoying to listen their shrilling voice for every 3minute. There's no choice. Maybe I have to blink my eyes every second there because of the light." I sit on the hardwood chair. It's solid and robust. The mixture of coffee and new books' scent comes delicately to my nose. I like the combination of those two. I can feel it only in this space. It's the scent that reminds me of Hugendubel. I lay some paper parcel compactly full of German on the shining surface of table, I feel dizzy suddenly. I don't touch them no more. Instead, I fell in to my own world: daydreaming. In order to enjoy my daydreaming more nicely, I sip a cup of coffee slowly. I feel something bitter but at the same time sweet, additionally soft. Many people pass by me while I'm daydreaming seriously.

 

In fact, this routine repeated for a year while I was there. I feel myself at home there. I'm still used to the old men and women, students like me, friendly clerks. I miss them.

 

Hajin Ahn/A meaningful place/Tuesday 9 A.M

An exceptionally cozy underground                                 201301918 Hajin Ahn Generally, people would say above ground is a place overflowed with vitality while underground is a creature of the opposite nature. Yes, in terms of an image popping into our minds when thinking about underground, I have to admit that underground is considered equal to the darkness that normal people would never be willing to stay for long. However, one of the undergrounds where I used to spend time was an exception. And the very place was the underground parking lot in front of my apartment.            Despite having a stairway made directly to the underground parking lot, I never used it when going below the ground. Instead, I preferred the slope to the parking lot which was exclusively for private cars. Walking down along the wide slope for cars alone, I, as a ten years old child, felt like being the only person in the world. It made me feel a sense of superiority. What a naïve thought I had at that time! Getting nearer to the underground, similar to the weather growing colder with the approach of sunset, the cool air came out from the underground little by little and my skin erupted with gooseflesh. I shivered slightly in response to the chilliness. Strangely enough, the chilly air never annoyed or bothered me. Rather, I gained my energy from dark underground, unlike people who gained energy from the sun and were heavily weakened underground. It smelled where the sun did not shine. The bizarre scent reminded me of my school garage where all the remaining chairs and desks were piled up. I remembered I used the garage for cutting my math class several times. I never got caught. That might be one reason that I felt so much relieved and comfortable being in the underground. It was so much familiar to me.   During the day, the parking lot looked like inside my mouth with several teeth fallen out, waiting for a permanent set of teeth to come out. There was enough space for my best friend, Chaerim, and I to hang around. We did not play around the underground parking lot by foot, though. We glided on the rubber floor freely with our inline skates. The dark green floor made of rubber was very much like a well-polished ice board. No matter how fast we ran through the floor, the parking lot stayed as quite as a mouse, never making a sound. I loved hearing my heart beating in the silence. I felt alive. Above the ground, I could not imagine running as fast as I did in the underground with my inline skates as there were too many children, cars, and rough floors interrupting my eagerness for speed. As soon as the sun was sinking below the horizon, children around my age gathered between two apartment buildings for inline skating. We never clearly stated that as a race but we all knew that it was a time to compete. When a child shouted, "Go!" seven to eight children started inline skating race of 15 meters. Through the secret training underground, I always stood at the center after the race, having a smile full of pride on my face. Before then, I was too shy to stand in front of others. I thought I had nothing to show off. Thanks to the underground parking lot, however, I became the object of other children's envy. I found what I was good at, and how it was like to feel a sense of achievement. I was on cloud nine even though I behaved as if I was used to those situations. During the day, the underground parking lot provided a pleasant shape with a decent temperature. I neither had to sweat nor run at the nose. I had not visited the underground for a long time after middle school. I gradually forgot about it as I had too many things to do above ground. Last week, I walked down the stairs to the underground and noticed that it was actually the first time I used the stairs instead of the slope. It was still dark, still cool, and its floor was still smooth and green. On stepping the floor, I was surprised that it was not a place that I would like to stay for a long time just as I did when I was young. Nothing has changed except me. A ten years old naïve girl thought the place was cozy and safe, whereas a 21 years old grown-up thought it was too gloomy, dusty, and musty. The silence once a chance for the little girl to feel alive made a grown-up scared. I kept looking around to make sure no one was there to harm me. The underground parking lot was still an important place for my childhood. I would not deny I once felt comfortable being there. What I feel sad is that I am not the innocent girl anymore. I now know too much about the evils in our society, for which I was afraid to be in the dark. Still, I would never forget the peace and vigor I had while spending time in the underground parking lot.

Jihoon Yoo/#4 Meaningful place/Tuesday 9am

Memories of My House Jihoon Yoo EIT 201301135   Throughout our lives, we encounter and visit innumerable places that give us both pleasant or unpleasant memories and feelings of hope, joy, or sadness. However, we usually forget the feelings we felt, or dialogues we spoke in those precious and meaningful places after a while, as if those places only had been negligible or not worthwhile places to visit. As for me too, I have been to, or I think I have, visited diverse places that taught me important lessons and values, but have forgotten the feelings I felt or the precious values secretly covered in those places. However, there is one place that I still remember so vividly, and still can feel its warmth like it is still around me to this day. It is the house I lived in for one whole year in Wales, Britain, when I was in 5th grade. To talk about the exterior of the house, it was three stories including the attic, with a backyard and a small garage that could only fit one vehicle. Despite the dark colors our neighboring houses had, our house particularly was colored in white and light blue, which was standing out from the rest of the houses. Our house had a small garden in the front porch, where my mother used to grow some flowers I cannot name. Going inside the house, there were stairs leading to the second floor, and next to the stairs there were the living room and the kitchen, where I used to spend most of my times. My bedroom and my parent's bedroom were situated on the second floor, and my older sister got the big room on the third floor, which I used to envy so much at that time. Something that was unfamiliar and particular about my house was the fact that there were three toilets, one on the second floor, another one just next to the door leading to the backyard, and the last one at the backyard, covered helplessly by a wooden door. Also, ironically there was a sink located at my sister's room, and therefore it created a sensational combination of a sink and a bed located side by side. Guessing by its ironic and unfamiliar settings this house had, the initial owner that built the house must have been very lazy. The foremost reason for remembering the house so vividly despite it being over eight years since I left is not because of the fact that the house was so unique and out of the standards, but because of the memories I gained in the house, which I still cannot forget. There were a lot of memories that I still cherish, but I can say with certainty that except for only a few, all of my memories surrounding this house are related to my best friend called Nia Williams. When I now think about the places inside the house like the sofa in the living room, the bathroom on the second floor, or the stairs leading up to the third floor, the memories I had with Nia, whether it was trivial or important, spring up inside my head. Like normal 12 years old girls, we loved to hang out in each other's houses, and every time she came to my house, we would sit on the sofa and watch 'Cartoon networks' or famous TV shows, go up to my room to gossip about the boys we fancied, eat chicken soup in the kitchen, which we bought at the convenient store just a few blocks away from my house, dance to famous songs like the 'Black Eyed Peas' in the backyard, and sleep in my sister's room where the bed was big enough for two. Like this, our house was a little hideout for us two and there was nowhere inside the house that we didn't have any memories about. For a little Asian girl that went to a foreign setting for the first time ever, having a beloved friend I can talk to using my untrimmed English and get along with without having any culturally different mindsets, was something so valuable and irreplaceable. And therefore the memories I spent with her are unforgettable and are treasured so much. It has been more than eight years since I left that unforgettable, treasure box-like house in Wales, and since then I have moved to different houses in different surroundings. However, when someone asks me what my best house so far was, I will not even hesitate a second to say that my house in Wales was the best. It was never the richest house, or the prettiest house that someone has every gotten, but certainly in terms of the values and memories that a house gave, my house is without doubt incomparable. And I believe that I am very fortune and lucky to have invaluable memories to cherish forever.

Jiyeon Yang/#4 first draft/Tuesday 9a.m.

My secret café

201301957 EIT Jiyeon Yang

  Although many people can use this place, this place is private to me. So, I always visit this place alone and spend time reading books, listening music and surfing the internet. Most of people in this place are alone so this place is very quiet and peaceful. So when I am stressful or want to arrange my thoughts, I always visit here. Spending time in here gave me rest, relaxation, and peace. Finding a place that is peaceful is important to everyone, but it can be difficult for many people. Also, not many people would think of a cafe as a peaceful place because café in Korea is usually noisy. But I found it to be a great place. Moreover, this place is meaningful because I found this café at my hardest time.

 

  One day, two years ago, I was really upset and stressful because I screwed up my test. So, to refresh myself, I walked around town alone. After walking an hour, I became tired and needed a rest. So I entered a café named 'the corner. I don't know why I entered that café. The café looked very cozy to me. When I entered a café, there was no one and soft music played in the background. I liked the intimacy of atmosphere, light and soft music in café. So I felt a lot better after a good long rest. After that, I often went that café. Every time I went that café, there was nobody or were just a few people. So I used to go there to study and arrange my thoughts. After I become a university student, I still go this café very often. I usually do my assignments or just relax with a cup of coffee.

 

  Whenever I enter this café, a faint aroma of coffee tickles my nose. And background music is always classic or jazz. Also, because this café faces south, it receives a lot of sun. And, to the right is open coffee bar with wood colored walls. Also, there is shelf filled with exotic and foreign imported figures and windows behind this shelf are gold and square framed. To the left are seating areas furnished with large comfortable chairs and small tables, designed with lots of small intimate spaces for quiet conversations. Also, Bookshelves are covered with a variety of books ranging from the religious and philosophical texts to classics in literature. And the paintings and frames are displayed throughout the café on the wall. The paintings are all local artists to purchase and phrases written in frames are all from the Bible.

 

  This café is like candy and chocolate. Because whenever I eat candy and chocolate, sweet flavors and scents make me happy. Like this, whenever I go this café, peaceful environments always make me peaceful and even high. Also, this café is like my home. Because I don't wear any make up or fancy clothes to go this cafe. I am sure there is no place that I can go without make up except my home. It means that I don't have to care about other's eyes. Now, this café is not well-known to my neighbors and I really hope that this café remains my only secret and private place forever.

Sejong Lee/Chapter4/Tuesday 9-11am

The Cruise, my most meaningful site.

 

On the clear blue sky of the Finland, ocean was also as clear as the sky. In the summer of 2010, I am with the big backpack which makes ratting sound because of my ironic cups at the side, heading to the Sweden to Stockholm with my cousin. The way to get there is numerous, but we made a big choice to take the cruise to there. Yes, it was expensive for both of us but we thought that this chance will never return. So we took a step toward the ship.

The entering the cruise was like a passing through the immigration. People were waiting at the long line of the black gate which scans you. Also the employees are checking your visa and passport so it really felt like I am taking a plane. After when we first came into the ship, the new world began. I never saw the ship that is too big that have an elevator and hall and it looks like I am in a type of an amusement not the ship. Shops are across the hall like a big street and every floor people were busy going their way. The top was sealed with glasses which allow us to look at the sky.

The room is small but confident enough. Window in the room was designed round to remind that we are in the ship. The bed was chained with a wall and this was also reminded us that this is ship. But the window was too big that we could also show the room across the hall. So we had to call in mind to take the curtain before we went to sleep. After we put the things in the room, we went out to look on the cruise. It was like a scene of movie that the ship also had a swimming pool and spa. The spindle tree looks like palm tree was near the spa and swimming pool to make the place more appropriate.

When evening, we went out to the deck. The sunset on the sea was the most beautiful in the world. Sun was wetting the ocean into the red. That is what we so called 'the sun is painting the sea.' Ship was also making big noise at the top of the chimney. People were having fun same as us lean on the handrail watching the sunset. Stars were slowly appearing on sky which was mixing with red, blue and black. The moon was light round and the temperature slowly goes down and we went to sleep.

It was just one day and I was in there just for a twelve hours. But I never forgot that meaningful time. It was the first time I took big ship but also the place I only dreamed before. After that day, my only dream was to ride on that ship just one more time with my family. I really want to show them the most important scene ever I saw to the most important people to me.

Jeong Seonghwa / Chapter 4 / Tuesday 9-11am

Death's Door

201003120 Jeong Seonghwa

             In this story, I want to write about my personal memorable place of which the atmosphere was not that bright. Also, the following place is sometimes reported by some of news or articles until now. Above all, in the place, the death was close to my life. The place is Egypt of 2011.

             The original purpose of the trip was just visit and helping some organizations, such as an orphanage and a school. The planned travel time was about one month-the whole January. On January 4, the trip was started and nobody in my team didn't know how Egypt's social situation would go by. The people who lived where near I stayed or visited seemed to okay and be content with their current life. However, at that time, the desire for the democracy slowly reached to the explosion point. Finally, the dissatisfaction exploded before one week of my return date. Since the memory of the week, Egypt is yet a dangerous country to me.

             Right after the demonstration occurred, I couldn't see the people and the movement in first several days although I stayed in Heliopolis, Cairo, the capital of Egypt. Instead, I could see many tanks block some of the roads. Also many soldiers were armed and watched every people they could see. They wore whole military equipment-helmet, sunglasses, bulletproof vest, and even held a rifle. It was the first time that I saw the tanks and full-equipped soldiers outside of the military.

             Things got worse as time passed. Before three days ago from the return, about on January 25, my team leader said that we should stay in the accommodation until the departure day. The demonstration became aggressive, and we worried whether the Egyptians may harm us because we were foreigners. The whole member was afraid of the situation. At night, my team watched CNN and it reported the rebellion over and over again as a breaking news. I could see Tahrir Square where my team had visited during the trip and became a hub of the protest. Every demonstrator unifies and gathered around the square. Then suddenly, the owner of the quest house turned the TV off and said be quiet. I and the members kept still and hold our breath. From far away, there were the sound of people's yell came close with the noise of dragging iron pipe. The outrageous and loud Arabic was enough to make my team become scared. Moreover, I could hear the sound of combat plane flying away on the house.

             On the final day of Egypt, we moved quickly. We were ready to get on the car, which would bring us to the airport, immediately after the arrival at the accommodation. We got in and while the car headed to the airport, there was a point where soldiers had blocked one of the two traffic lane with a tank and check the drivers and inside of the car. Every car should stop and let the soldiers know what the purpose of the driving is. Eventually, our car was approached to them and our Egyptian driver said to one soldier something. That 10 seconds made my every nerve be stretched. At last we passed the inspection and arrived safely at the airport. Inside the airport, there was another war. The planes which was planned to head to Europe or America were all delayed or cancelled. People from those country lined up whole ticketing area and some of them climbed up to the empty desk and yelled. Fortunately, our plane was just delayed about 3 hours and we could return to Korea.

             Egypt was the place where I felt about death. Afterward, that was difficulty of moving and getting out Egypt, but being in there was so frightened experience. Since then, I am thankful for being in Korea which is the safest "ceasefire" country.

Hyejin Kim/#4 First Draft of Essay/Tue 9 a.m.

Heaven in My Hardest Time

 

201001006 Hyejin Kim

                                                                                                         

           How many people could say that they've visited heaven when they were early 20s? Well, I can say that. I could find my heaven when I was spending the hardest time in my life. I went to England 2 years ago for volunteering work. I stayed a convent in a small town near London. There were many sisters and staffs in the community. I cleaned rooms, cooked, washed cars and so on for about 5 hours a day to help the community operate properly. Sometimes I had to accept works, arguments, and treatments that I could not understand. For example, some of the sisters were little bit hysterical and often I couldn't understand their behaviors. Also I suffered from different food and different culture. It was really stressful and I hardly shared my feelings to others since there was no friend around my age. I was the youngest in the community and second youngest was around 45 years old. I was very lonely and missed my country.

           However, I could find a place to console my heart. The convent was surrounded by meadow and especially I liked a side that was near from my room. There were a couple of huge oak trees and brown colored wooden benches. When I sat on the bench, I could see four donkeys. All of them were brown and meek even though fences were all around them. When I fed them with bits of carrots, they came closer to me and chewed them with their big and nice teeth. Sometimes I brushed them with a sister from Belgium named Beatrice, they seemed to smile at me. When I had free time, I walked around the meadow, listened to music with my mobile phone, and stroked the donkeys' bristly backs. Then they used to make me fun chewing and pulling my jacket with their mouth lightly. The most enjoyable thing was to see evening glow sitting down on the bench.  I enjoyed a full measure of various colored sunset behind my favorite oak tree. It would be red, pink, yellow, and light purple. Sometimes it showed all of the colors that I just mentioned. It was too marvelous to hold back my tears. Almost every day I went to walk to enjoy the moment after having my dinner which they called 'supper'. Walking around or sitting on the bench, I mostly smelled of grass and fallen leaves, however I could also smell of flowers in spring since flower garden was quite close from the place and the benches were surrounded by daffodil. Therefore I felt as if I were in heaven when I sat on the bench listening to music and watching the donkeys eating the grass. Sunshine was gorgeous behind the donkeys and endless green meadow.

           Coming back to home after 1 year that I spent in the convent, I forgot most of the bad memories. The only thing that I remember clearly is the breeze and sunshine that I felt in my heaven. The place surrounded by oak trees, grass, donkeys, sunshine and sunset was the comfort itself for me. It was the place where I missed my family, friends and country. It was the place that filled my heart with warmth and encouragement that helped me to accept all of the bad and good memories I had there. So it is my most meaningful place ever.

 

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