Every April brings pain to a certain group of Koreans who lost their children or friends to the tragic Sewol Ferry Disaster. In April, 2017, I visited Berlin. It was three years after the tragedy. I was there to watch a documentary about the incident…

Around five in the evening, when the sun was beginning to dip, I often found myself cooking while crying. Somewhere between the death wish of depression and the survival instinct of hunger, my life clung to the edge of both…