On the morning of my day off, a call came from the fire department.

When I was sleeping, I got up and panted and answered the phone.

"Yes. Hello, what's going on?"

"It's not that. Captain. Lee Sang-cheol called me to find it. I'll give you the number."

The person I know of Lee Sang-cheol is one of the missionaries from Uganda, Africa. Why is that name coming out of here?

I still couldn't find the right puzzle piece even though I thought about it on the ceiling by rinsing my mouth a few times with bottled water because I was still less asleep.

Since it could be voice phishing, I decided to never lend me money, so I dialed the number and called.

Ten years had passed, but I could see that I was a missionary in a welcome voice.

When I found out that I was in Namwon on Facebook, I contacted him on the way to Suncheon.

In the summer of 2009, I got on a plane to Uganda, Africa.

At the age of 20, it was the first time that I had been abroad alone except for a short-term overseas mission at a church.

It is also an unknown country in Africa.

I wanted to become an international student after finishing my service in a special warrior for four years and slowly returning to college.

After returning to the country after ABC also returned to the country, the people around them cheered with concern as if they were enrolling their grandmothers and grandfathers into college.

26 hours, while changing flight number 3, "Give me apple juice" because I couldn't say this word in English, so I only got cola and drank it.

KUMI, who arrived by car from Entebe Airport in Uganda for 8 hours, greeted me with the missionary, the local kids, and the goats pouring poop like coffee beans.

Upon hearing the news that I was coming, the missionary's wife served me with a splendid sacrament of kimbap and ramen.

In fact, I didn't know how grateful this food was when I chewed off kimbap without pickled radish at that time.

Until I was moved to a brick dormitory.

From the day after my arrival, I was moved to a dormitory where Ugandan students lived and lived.

For me, who had lived through my adolescence and forgotten inspiration from the radio thanks to the radio, life there was decorated with'surprise' days where the excitement came out every day.

First there is no electricity.

No, but during the rainy season, the power pole collapsed in heavy rain, and electricity in the area was cut off that day.

On the day the electricity was barely turned on, I plugged my friend's coffee pot into an outlet without thinking, and the entire dormitory went out due to overcurrent.

Thanks to me, everyone slept early.

Fortunately, there was an oil lantern that I bought on my way from the airport to light up my night.

While doing a big job in the bathroom, I met a cobra and slept, and was attacked by a group of termites, and there were many special things, but the most difficult of them was actually eating.

The food served at school was magical.

The corn flour is boiled thickly in boiling water to make it like rice cake, and this is called'Poseo'.

He takes a pretty chunk of bean soup on a plate and eats it with friends on the lawn.

After having lunch like that, when I took a nap with my full stomach, I woke up as a lie.

As if a teleportation portal was open in my stomach, the kiss disappeared and disappeared.

Even if you go to the bathroom and print, the Posho magic theory is the most convincing when you see that the output versus the input is poor.

I always lived with a rumbling sound.

No matter how good I intend to share my life with them and learn, the problem of eating could not be solved, so I wandered and had to have a hard time.

Whenever that happens, I remember that the missionary, who was the vice president of the university, called me to eat Korean food and held me to keep me from being shaken.

After arriving at a village in Buryaburya Suncheon, the missionary introduced me to the people around me.

"This friend is an exchange student I used to come from when I was in college and now there is a Namwon firefighter. I am a friend who stayed next to me when it was really difficult."

It was an unexpected introduction.

I knew I had a hard time in Uganda due to the financial problems of the university and the relationship with the nearby associates.

At that time, I and Hae-seong of the 2nd exchange student stayed at the missionary's house without a word and became a companion, but the missionary had the time and was able to withstand himself.

He said that he was like a big adult to me, but he said that he was grateful at that time without pretense.

In Uganda, the missionary and I were comforted and strengthened during the normal times of eating and talking together.

Only the job has changed, and living today is not much different from then.

Surprising things pop up when I live as a rescue crew on an unpredictable field.

I was born and caught a snake for the first time.

When I was in Australia, when I was working at a crocodile farm, I shouted out loud, "Isn't it like a snake or a crocodile minus a limb?"

Then I caught pigs and cows, and now I have a hardened position toward animal rescue, so I couldn't even take them out, but at the beginning, it was fear and thrill.

At that time and now, it is my colleagues who are the most powerful.

The person who stays by my side when it's really hard.

It is the same that colleagues in Uganda and Namwon are the same.

When I go to the scene of a car accident at dawn and face the accident man sitting blankly without bleeding in his head and not even making a'evil' sound, my heart is disturbed.

When I see the emergency personnel working hard on the chest pressure on the patient who has protruded through the windshield, my hand even trembles.

It is only to become dull while experiencing various fields, and meeting people who face life and death is a great mental stress.

When I return to the office after work, a meal of cup ramen with a sweaty coworker becomes more medicinal than a concubine at that moment.

Now sitting next to me, looking at the monitor, poking my nose, but at any site, it was comforting to have a colleague who guards my side as if it was nothing.

We live with people who are too natural and common around us.

Family, friends, and colleagues at work.

However, I seem to live without knowing the value of being together.

My two-year-old nephew also meets my sister frequently, so I don't leave next to my uncle, who sometimes comes when I go to play.

Only then will you get toys.

I hope you choose rice and a house, my nephew.

Your mom is pissed off.

I wonder if I would have wandered a little less and became anxious if I had realized this beforehand under the mango tree in Uganda.

At that time, Kumi was also terribly rural...


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