130. I think you know better than me

Jung Ha-young is an international student studying for a master’s degree in philosophy at the University of Paris.

Recently, she has been going through a series of unfamiliar experiences.

How difficult and sad it must have been since I came to France, a country I had never been to before.

It is not an exaggeration to say that I came here only with poison.

But there was something else that really bothered her.

‘Racism’

Even she was hurt by the racial discrimination she faced subtly.

There was a bus I used to go to school every day, and there was a bald-headed French man I often met there.

He would argue with Jung Ha-young, but since he had been making all sorts of racially discriminatory comments, it was no small feat.

At first, I tried to get angry and ask for help, but it didn’t have a dramatic effect.

However, since there was only one bus going to school, Jung Ha-young had no choice but to use that bus.

A pot-bellied man who continues to fight as if he had waited today.

“hey! You guys just eat bats and weird insects? Then, what are you going to do if you catch a contagious virus? Can’t we just not come out of your country?”

“ha….”

Jung Ha-young let out a deep sigh.

The anger that she had endured exploded in the car that was under low pressure because of ruining the test results.

“excuse me! Please stop racism. Do you know that you are the main culprit that ruins all good French images? And I’m Korean. Korean! Koreans don’t eat bats!!”

The inside of the bus fell silent as Jeong Ha-yeong spoke with tears in her eyes.

At that time, a French lady with a shopping cart approached merrily.

“Oh my gosh. student. Are you Korean?”

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When Jeong Ha-yeong revealed that she was Korean, the bus became a bit noisy.

The shopping cart lady glared at the pot-bellied man.

“Hey! Mister! Why are you saying something to a strict Korean student? You’re Korean. Korean! Even if you disgrace the country, you will still be oily. I know the grace of saving even animals that can’t speak! How could you say such harsh things to this student?”

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Voices began to emerge from the surroundings.

“Yes. France cannot do that to Koreans. Song risked his life to save some French citizens, but this isn’t it, man. Apologize right away.”

“Apologize!”

The pot-bellied man wrinkled at the attack of the woman who pecked at him like a shotgun and the bad reaction from the people around him.

“No.. I thought I was Chinese. Hey student I’m so sorry. I have bad feelings because I was scammed by a Chinese before. I can’t solve it like this, I’m really sorry. Especially for Koreans, it really shouldn’t be like this. Among the people saved by the hero of the Bataclan is an acquaintance of mine. I’m so sorry.”

Jung Ha-young was dumbfounded at the sudden change of atmosphere.

It wasn’t just this.

It happened when Jung Ha-young got on the subway.

Unlike Seoul, the Paris subway is cramped and you sit close to each other.

Because we were so close, each other’s knees touched and we often made eye contact, sometimes even embarrassing.

Today, the subway in Paris was crowded with people, and a girl who looked like an elementary school student and a woman who looked like a mother were sitting across from Jung Ha-young.

Jung Ha-young and the girl accidentally met eyes, and Jung Ha-young smiled.

Then the child spoke to the mother in a whisper.

The problem was that Aira had failed to adjust the volume yet, and even Jung Ha-young could hear it all.

“mom. Why are the eyes of that older sister in front of me so small? The Japanese I saw in the book were also like that. Is that how it really is?”

Jung Ha-young must have been embarrassed because it sounded so open, she told the child.

“Hohoho unni, are your eyes that small? Still, in Korea, I thought unnie has big eyes… but your eyes are really big and pretty, right?”

Jung Ha-young’s words embarrassed the child’s mother and apologized hastily.

“oh. really sorry. The kid is still young, so I don’t know if that’s rude. I apologize instead. Elisha! What you just said is racist. Mom doesn’t want Elisa to be a terrible racist. Apologize to your sister right now.”

“sorry. Unni… I won’t say that in the future.”

Jung Ha-young was slightly taken aback by the mother’s strict discipline.

“it’s okay. If your child doesn’t know, it may be. It would have been otherwise. ho ho ho”

“By the way, are you Korean?”

“Yeah. I came to study in France from Korea.”

“oh! How. You’re from Song’s country. I really like Korea. I heard that Korean dramas in which Song recently appeared also began to run.”

The mother of the child who held Jung Ha-young’s hands together expressed her liking and talked about Korea.

“Song really did a great job. Without him, France’s wounds would have been bigger and more painful. Thanks to Song, French people can’t use four feet when it comes to Korea. When it comes to Koreans, first of all, they want to do you a favor. Oh ho ho, this is also a fate, come to my house to eat later. I’ll make you a delicious dinner.”

Then, he put his number on Jung Ha-young’s cell phone, held the child’s hand, and left coolly.

Jung Ha-young was stunned.

“Really… things have changed a lot.”

After returning to the dormitory, Jung Ha-young turned on her laptop after taking a shower.

Jung Ha-young accesses a community she frequents.

His eyes sparkled and he pounded hard at the batter.

[I am a student studying in France, and now in Paris, I am discussing the status of Korea that has changed because of Song Kyu-ha]

The post goes up to the best post within a few minutes and gets a hot response.

***

Elysee Palace, official residence of the French President

It was a place with a reputation as the most beautiful mansion in Paris with a history of 200 years.

“Wow… Oh my God, it’s so grand.”

Han Jung-hee looked at the Elysee Palace and opened her mouth.

The Ionic arched entrance that greeted them before entering the building was impressive.

Passing through the main entrance, I was impressed with the elegant interior unlike the fancy exterior.

“Somehow, the atmosphere inside and outside is completely different.”

Kyu-ha replied to Han Jeong-hee’s words, who were busy watching.

“The exterior of the building was written in a magnificent baroque style, and the interior was written in a delicate and colorful rococo style.”

Three people entered the building.

“that’s interesting. It doesn’t look like anything out there, and the first floor looks very simple and frugal, but the second floor is no joke.”

When Han Jeong-hee, who looked around the inside curiously, spoke, Kyu-ha answered again.

“The first floor is not decorated very fancy because it is usually used to welcome guests or house servants. The real thing is from the second floor.”

Son Mi-joo looked at Kyu-ha as if she was absurd at Kyu-ha’s words.

“No, Gyuha, have you lived in France? I think you know better than me, a major.”

Gyu-ha smiled lightly at Son Mi-joo’s words.

After a brief tour of the Elysee Palace, the three headed toward the Rose Garden, where the awarding ceremony was held.

“Ha.. why am I nervous? My hands keep sweating.”

Son Mi-ju smiled at Han Jung-hee’s words.

“It deserves it. To be awarded the Legion of Honor is truly extraordinary.”

Legion d’Honneur means “legion of glory” in French. has risen

“Receiving the Legion d’Honneur medal itself is a huge deal, but the grade is also the Opiche grade. In order for a Frenchman to be ‘qualified’ to receive a Chevalier (knight) class, he must have at least 20 years of basic public service.

Although there are cases of awards at the level of foreign presidents or as a courtesy, this is probably the first time that an ordinary foreigner is awarded an Order of Officié.”

A French military band lined up on both sides of the spacious Rose Garden.

Soon, the venue was filled with numerous figures, most of whom were high-ranking officials and politicians leading France.

The event began, followed by a silent prayer and words of condolence for the Paris terror incident.

And the long-awaited conferment ceremony of the Legion of Honor was held.

Along with the French soldiers who successfully carried out the anti-terrorism operation, Kyu-Ha, the only foreigner, stood before President Bolande.

President Bolande placed the Legion of Honor in the shape of a laurel wreath on Kyu-ha’s left chest and asked for a handshake.

“You have been very courageous and have done a great job. As President of France, thank you for saving our citizens.”

“It was something I had to do, of course.”

President Bolande, who finished presenting the medal, stood on the lectern.

“We, France, have had to suffer unprecedented great pain.”

President Bollande, with a sad expression, opened his mouth.

“This terror against humanity is a clear challenge to the values we have defended everywhere in the world and to our very existence as a free nation. This tragedy has brought us closer together and has shown our enemies that no one can separate us. We have shown that freedom is stronger than violence.”

The atmosphere became solemn at the speech of President Bolande, who was almost crying.

“We will never give in to this dastardly terrorist group.

Song Gyu-ha, the hero of Bataclan, is also here. It is so holy and holy that you decided to fight against injustice by risking your life.

Even though the terrorists were armed enough to commit a massacre, the heroes of the Bataclang risked their lives to subdue the terrorists and stop the genocide. With the power of the President, I will grant French nationality to the hero who saved the lives of citizens.”

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Thunderous applause poured in towards Kyuha.

“Their threats against France are not over yet. France has no intention of showing mercy to the atrocities of these savage terrorist groups, and as its president, I promise to destroy them by any means necessary.”

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Applause broke out once again.

“Wow.. that’s great. Up to French nationality? In addition, it is very meaningful that Kyu-ha was directly mentioned in such an official speech. This is something that goes beyond personal glory and raises the national prestige of the Republic of Korea. This is really… I feel a bit ashamed that the Ministry of Foreign Affairs is doing everything by himself.”

“no. Did I really think that things would turn out like this? This is so… I’m ashamed too.”

And in real time, great articles started pouring out.

[Actor Song Kyu-ha was recognized for his role in suppressing the Bataclan terrorists and was awarded the Order of the Legion of Honor Order of Opiche]

[The French government grants nationality to Song Kyu-ha, the hero of Bataclan. very unusual]

[In his speech to the public by President Bolande, actor Song Kyu-ha directly mentioned ‘We must imitate his courage’.]

b Ah! Get drunk!!

b crazy. Officier ranks are rare for real foreigners. except for the president

b It’s worth it If it wasn’t for Song Gyu-ha, there would have been 100 more deaths.

ㄴ They give away their nationality like candy to a local kid. Alas, the president class.

ㄴ In the past, in Korea, a foreign worker saved a person from a fire, gave him citizenship, and gave him preferential treatment.

Before the ink of the article about Gyu-ha’s awarding of medals is dry, a new article pops up out of the blue.

[Director Jean Dumont, a forgotten French master, returns after 20 years. The protagonist of the return work is Song Gyu-ha, a righteous man from Bataclan.]

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