It is these people -- the officer who brought me his coat, the guard who offered me a boiled egg, these female guards who asked me about dating life in the US -- they are the ones that I remember of North Korea: humans just like us.
Zbog tih ljudi, časnika koji mi je donio svoj kaput, čuvara koji mi je ponudio kuhano jaje, stražarica koje su me ispitivale o izlascima u SAD-u, oni su ti po kojima pamtim Sjevernu Koreju: po ljudima poput nas.