Minhwan arrived on foot, accompanied by his wife and his 40-year-old son. His French was sonorous and pictorial. His laugh too. Korean, he had lived in Ethiopia and Mexico. But he particularly loved France and every year, he returned to our paths. When I wanted to know why, he told me that here, among us other complainers and braggarts, he had found his family at heart and could be himself whereas in his country, conventions forbade him to do so. A reason to walk that touched me.
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