Lost Alleys
Written by Kim Kooseul
Translated from the Korean by Darcy Paquet
Narrated by Bill Wolak
South Korea
A lot of stories are hidden in the alleys.
The alleys of childhood
were extraordinarily narrow and labyrinthine.
They were not such as to be called the alleys;
Those of narratives
filled with murmurs.
The first day when I was transferred to the primary school in Seoul,
I could not but draw winding alleys,
asked by the principal to make a map from home to school.
I still remember the look on his face
embarrassed by the naiveté of a little girl.
Like this, my childhood in Seoul began
alongside the uphill alley;
it was the alley of grief through which I tried to get over
the vernacular accent and the gap of study from the transfer.
Ah, I passed the alleys of love and sorrow of my younger days.
The cold room where my sisters and I were absorbed in literature
was also a long alley like a train.
Life is an alley:
When going along the winding and sobbing river
of love, tears, hope and frustration
toward the alleys flowing narrow and low
I feel like I can recover my time lost.