https://blog.123factory.de/tags/mother/Recent content in Mother on 123 Factory BlogHugoen-USThu, 01 Sep 2022 10:24:46 +0900https://blog.123factory.de/posts/interview-working-at-dawn-kondo-yukako/Thu, 01 Sep 2022 10:24:46 +0900https://blog.123factory.de/posts/interview-working-at-dawn-kondo-yukako/<h2 id="the-dawn-hours-essential-for-survival">The Dawn Hours Essential for Survival</h2> <p>Only around 10 p.m., while putting the children to bed, I always fall asleep right along with them. At 2 a.m., thinking of all the work piled up, my eyes snap open.</p> <p>Everything around me is silent. My day begins. Sitting with only a small lamp lit on the dining table, focused on my laptop screen, is the one time of day that is entirely my own. Whether I do something useful or something useless, something I want to do or something I must do, that time of quietly doing my own work is the source of strength that sustains the rest of my daily life. If I am too tired and skip it, an inexplicable irritation sits clumped in a corner of my mind all day long. That is why the hours between 2 and 4 a.m. are precious to me. After putting the children to bed, I opened my laptop on the dining table. The lights downstairs were on, too.</p>https://blog.123factory.de/posts/interview-working-songmunja/Thu, 01 Sep 2022 10:00:00 +0900https://blog.123factory.de/posts/interview-working-songmunja/<h2 id="though-unseen-there-are-hands-all-around-us-that-care-for-us">Though Unseen, There Are Hands All Around Us That Care for Us.</h2> <p><img src="https://blog.123factory.de/posts/interview-working-songmunja/image1.webp"></p> <h2 id="the-unseen-hand">The Unseen Hand</h2> <p>Here, in the broad daylight of the city. Behind a child standing as if by their own strength, there is a hand thought to be invisible.</p> <p>A hand that was born in 1942, before the liberation, as the eldest of ten siblings; that lived through the Korean War in elementary school; that in the 1970s owned a house in Seoul with a wide yard — a hand that, had she simply held on to it, could have gone on to the dream occupation of being a landlord, left the grandchildren to a helper&rsquo;s care, and enjoyed her old age traveling around. It is the hand of Ms. Song Munja.</p>