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Intro to How I Learned to Communicate Across Cultures

The sun beat down on me from overhead. The heat and glare were magnified by their reflection off the Sea of Japan. I could almost hear the skin on my arms peeling. Each time I turned to look ahead I heard the young lady run behind me. Most Koreans are named Kim or Pak. In my mind I called her Kim. She was sweating, too. Why did she wear so much makeup on a day like this? Why the dress? There was a silver pin in her ink black hair. She was a doll.     

     Kim caught up with me and I heard her breathing heavily. In between small gasps and in the same words as the Korean soldier, though much more tenderly, she spoke “Joe, you go home with me?”