A travel diary
Wed Sept 29th, 2010 - Thurs Oct 7th, 2010
Written by Robin unruly
for www.rebellogblog.com / dev
(朝鲜民主主义人民共和国)
Nordkorea - Tag 3 - Part 1
(Sunday, 03.10.2010) The next morning sees us "fine" dressed. But what does fine on a world tour. My suit I have long left in the trunk of our cars made in Germany. My wife of course, no evening dress in the suitcase. But we had not bought in Beijing ties and my wife already knows how to become respectable with a few simple steps. For, look politely at the next visit point duty. Like the whole visit is required, press not the point. We visit the Kumsusan Memorial Palace, So the Kim Il-sung Mausoleum. What follows is so unique, so special that every language is insufficient superlatives to describe it. Since access is granted only after 17, our children do with one of our leaders to visit the zoo. It would have made an exception for the offspring, but he does not want his little sister left alone.
We string words us into the flow of visitors. Cameras give, all that is metallic, may I take the express declaration at least my second pair of glasses. Now it goes into the vestibule of the sanctuary. We will carefully patched, then we run on electrical brushes that clean our shoes from the bottom. At every turn, every corner of the security forces. I am going up on escalators, then endless, truly endless treadmills, as they know from the Frankfurt airport, we are transported towards the main building. But the length of the bands in the Frankfurt airport is against this one short. Here we must not run, as we step onto the tape, so we stop until we once again after a long, long time with escalators up and transported back on treadmills on.
Sowa impressed though me then as a city dweller and world traveler, the more inexperienced and simple people, perhaps from the country, from the province. One thing is clear, this effort has an effect especially inside, to the people of the DPRK. It's obvious that we are approaching a dead body with respect, no one has the intention to steal the Kim Il-sung, the very idea is absurd. So even less security forces would be enough. But this is not just about security, not only. This demonstrates the Kim Il-sung's body Nahm, is the most sacred thing this nation has to offer. Therefore, We even X-rayed, discreetly of course, in the march-past by an escalator.
settled in a reasonable mood and gravity we now proceed through marble halls and staircases, almost no one speaks, at best a faint whisper can be heard occasionally. We approach the sanctuary, large double doors, then we are in the vestibule of the mausoleum converted palace. Here he is, Kim Il-sung, this time in marble, but here we have not vebeugen us. Then give us serious gentlemen small MP3 player, for any visitor to the desired Language and we enter another large room with reliefs on the walls and his smiling portrait on stone red flag on the front wall. I turn on the player, and he explained the relief. I am so fascinated by the text that I consider a short time to steal all the players, the text I want. But the idea is hopeless. So I will try to play from memory sequences:
"It hit our people deep in the heart, died when our beloved leader. The man writhed in pain for ten days and shed rivers of tears, which is immediately to the red granite solidified and became the red flag of the room. Every individual, whether workers, peasants, children or retirees, whether artist or scientist, here in our country, indeed in the whole world could feel this tremendous loss and was inconsolable. But he, Kim Il-sung, our beloved leader is above all, live on in our hearts, we will help with his groundbreaking books, ideas and suggestions in a hopeful and bright future connect. He will not leave us but help also as the eternal president ever. "
So, of course I have my now 2 weeks later, sucked out of the fingers, of course it must have been in a different order. But in principle, those were the exact words that I heard about 3-4 minutes from the player, while I / we ran from relief to relief and the heart-rending scenes of collapsing, inconsolable women, children and men admired .
We then returned the player, diszipiniert we walked single file through an air lock. Whose meaning I did not quite clear, we have many jets are blown by, on the one hand, and sucked on the other hand, that I was glad no blow-but only a bald patch to have. Probably they wanted to get rid of germs, we should not regret it, because now we entered the shrine itself: A large room, bathed in red light, as in a photo lab of my youth. In the middle of the glass sarcophagus, at the corners of space soldiers, we come in and go to the foot. Here, we bow our measured, only we and our leaders. The other groups before and behind us, many visitors. This bowing as an exclusive group of 3 people we repeat only to the right, at the head no, and then to the left. I look at Kim Il-sung. He looks so small, so small. But that may get away that I did so far only on huge murals looked, or as a gigantic bronze or marble figure. Here, in his true, human size, he will transfer it from my Western point of view, by the eternal flow of visitors to his deserved peace of the dead. But of course that is intended selfish, a leader who is there for his people, is present even after death.
measured steps we leave the dead and go into another large room. Here are all the medals, honorary doctorates, degrees and titles issued the one given him added. Over 200 are. About the showcases, walls, large photos of the leaders and religious giver in the world, Fidel Castro, I particularly remember. The Order itself from major countries, Peru is above average friendly ceremony, numerous decorations, honorary doctorates and titles from that country alone. The display cases are filled with honorary doctorates and coats. Especially strong are the countries or predominantly of the 3rd World represented and of course all communist brother countries. It is a magnificent exhibition, I never saw so many brilliant and shiny medals. Yes, you can see here, as was Kim Il-sung appreciated by everyone. Also he was generalissimo.
One does not read all the time to look at everything, because it goes back a long, long way, the run must be not what I appreciate very much. But this time we move on opposing bands, groups come to meet us for groups with Korean workers and working women, dressed up in Sunday best, the women in their traditional dresses. I look at each individual face of these people, hundreds are there, you see how hard they work for Prosperity of this country, as they struggle to shape the daily life with success. Their physiognomy, it says. And since I am always particularly interested in women, I try to discern beauty. But this is difficult, they do not look as beautiful as our waitresses, our leaders or the helpful girl at the hotel. Then there are groups of soldiers, they, like the others before, try not to look too conspicuous, and yet we see them furtively checking for foreigners, for seconds only, we are from another world. Finally, outside again. We also shoot from outside, on the large square in front lose even the few groups. But a photo of the mausoleum must have.
Then we get into our minibus, still under the Einbdruck of the experience, I open my tie and we go to the zoo for the children and our second driver to pick up. Just around the corner of the heroes 'cemetery, Revolutionary Martyrs is' Cemetery, and we see the fallen and as bronze busts established heroes. Even Kim Jong-suk, his Kim Il-Sung's wife, also a guerrilla fighter and his brother are here. Create the days of death of each hero State Organizations wreaths and flowers before the bust. Above, a giant flag on the hill of red stone. But the heroes are less, they die, a number is still space and can be filled.
From here there is a good prospect and I take pictures of the city. Then it's back to the hotel, eat, gather strength, because in the afternoon, the next mandatory goal
The "Pueblo"!
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