A white explorer visited the natives. Proud of his cultural superiority, he taught the natives how to smoke with matches. One of the natives, who huddled together and watched with curious eyes, said to the natives next to him, "I've never seen a white guy use a match without a lighter to smoke, have I?"
The unit commander, who was patrolling the shell warehouse, suddenly asked the accompanying troops aloud. "Is anyone here with a cigarette?" cried the private nearby. "Here you are!" the sergeant growled in a low voice. "That soldier," soon afterwards, the private pulled a flashlight out of his pocket and flicked it on the commander's face.
There was a movie in Korea called Turn on the Lighter. An unemployed man lost his entire fortune, the lighter, while he was on a reserve training trip. His stubbornness triggered and he tracked down the lighter to the end, and he became involved with the gang's massive train hijacking incident soon after. And for no other reason than to have a fight with the gang members only to get back his only fortune, the lighter.
There was a case in which the Korean president, who was always in jeopardy like a child by the water, declared an inappropriate martial law. Perhaps because he had a long career in elite prosecutors, he could not understand the people's sentiments on the ground at all. Moreover, he vigorously mobilized state intelligence agencies such as the National Intelligence Service and the Intelligence Command (HID), but the intelligence agency seemed to be making all-out efforts as a state agency designed not to be loyal to the president but to the people.
Amid the order to arrest and kill lawmakers and politicians opposing the president, I laughed when I saw the special forces perform their duties like adults trying to protect precious pots next to the Capitol window or handing over guns over the window frame.
Originally, I didn't know whether it was arbitrary or unintentional, but since the moment I ran head-on into a presidential candidate while feeding him carp at the Admiral Yi Sun-shin Memorial Hall, I have predicted that the president would be trapped in laws and systems, and use them to give many people a hard time. That's why I wrote to him to drop his power quickly and voluntarily. I hope the president understands quickly that Korea has nothing and becomes difficult when a stable system falters.
And people don't seem to have to worry about the disappeared intelligence officers. These generations of intelligence agents must have had a hard time getting the President's strong orders because they are more substantive than the past generations and have a strong sense of being an intelligence agency for the people. In my opinion, the agents might have had a strong belief in the safety of the people rather than ideological beliefs. It has since been predicted that Korean state leaders will not be able to use the intelligence services for their personal political ambitions.
The moon is watching from above
On my back is a small bag of food
The desert beneath us has no end ahead
And my mother promises my little brother;
“A little more, a little more,
Lift up your leg, a last push
Toward Jerusalem.“
The moonlight stood fast
Our bag of food was lost...
And at night bandits attacked
With a nife and a sharp sword
In the desert, the blood of my mother
The moon is my witness
and I promise my little brothers;
“A little bit more, a little more
The dream will be fulfilled
Soon we will arrive in the Land of Israel.“
The lyrics of the song are the poem [The Journey song] by poet Haim Idis, which depicts the great migration of Ethiopian Jews towards Israel, the Promised Land. In 1977, Israeli Prime Minister Begin called in Haka, the director of Mossad, a world-famous Israeli intelligence agency, to command him. "Bring Ethiopian Jews to Israel."
In a country as desperate as Israel, political leaders and intelligence agencies have a long and bumpy road.