Per request of my mother and other influential friends I'm not only going to make this a photo blog but I will discuss my experience as an African American in this foreign country. Well, in actuality I am the foreigner in more than ways I prepared myself to be when embarking on this mundane occupation as a (notso) teacher and (moreso) live audio CD.
Last week was my first full week of work and it truly felt like a month had passed by, except in a real month (and to weeks) I would have been paid. So I'm living very frugal for the next five weeks, which is okay because the local food is pretty damn cheap and tasty.
I might as well start with the commute, a ten minute walk a few blocks down hill. Among the Koreans I am not much different in size and height, I assumed I would tower over the generally population like Kareem Abdul-Jabar but I blend in...not! I'm black, and it's sunny so I'm super black buying most situation, well my normal situation, I would blend in like a theif in the east side of Baltimore but here I get stared at more than a three breasted hermaphrodite. Eyes locked, and burning through my skin, my bop questioned, my whimsical appearance and casual clothing not only draws eyes it incites discusses.
Not the "who is he?" topics but more so "look at that..." Well having thick skin like a seal and ears immune to malicious tones has gotten me far, as far as Korea actually, but there's only so much I can take. I never wish to blend in, but being here makes me want to be invisible.