Interesting . . .

On Friday the teachers had a field trips of sorts. We had to get our Korean id cards at the Immigration office. We went in shifts. I was in the afternoon shift, along with Ted, Glen, and Rob and Brian, Tom, and Pete from the Chil-Guk campus. Government buildings all over the world have the same feeling. Sparse, no nonsense, linoleum floors, void of color. We entered and were taken to the “Visitors Lounge.” In addition to providing the standard fare (name, address, passport number, height, etc.) we also had our fingerprints taken. Tom had gone to the restroom to wash the fingerprint ink off his fingers. When he came back, he motioned for me to follow him. We went outside. He pointed to the sign designating the building. I started to read the Korean. “No – read the English.” Office of Immigration. Office of Probation. Niiiiiiccccce. Let’s put all the foreigners and criminals together.