A
tall, clean man moved into a building where I live. He is a young man in his
late 20s who is of mixed ethnicity between South America and white people. His
name, David, is handsome and polite. Welcoming just to see him make me feel good.
I
peeped into his apartment through his door. Furniture is also not a regular
thing. It's a 1960s-70s-era antique. The appearance in life also seemed to have
an unusual atmosphere and elegance. He's an interior designer. The atmosphere
in the building seemed to have been upgraded since he moved in.
It's
nice to have a cool neighbor. However, there was also the inconvenience of
living. I became more cautious in case the smell of soybean paste soup and
kimchi is strong in the hallway. The other day, I made a cheonggukjang stew,
but people were at our door, talking about something between them, and then
going back. It is hard to stop eating Korean food.
One
day, he lost his job. He spent more time inside his apartment. He got a
roommate, whether he was financially strapped. Sometimes he took his precious
expensive furniture out to sell. Also, the woman was in and out. There was also
a cry, raising voices and fighting. He seemed to wail, struggling to get out of
the difficult situation.
"Are
you alright?" I asked David, who met in the hallway. "After I lost my
job and I was in and out of a local bar, I met a girl who later found out she
was a junkie. You remember me? When I first moved into this apartment, I want
to go back to that time," he said.
At
first, what started out insignificant went so far as to never come back again.
The cry grew louder and louder with David's remorse. Eventually, it went so far
as to touch people's belongings in the building. No matter how hard he tried to
get back to his old days, he went too far. He had no choice but to leave the
building.
One
day when I thought he'd gone to the hospital for drug treatment, he appeared in
the neighborhood. He passed without looking at me. He looked 20 years older
than his age because his front teeth were missing. He hurried to the north side
of the river in the form of a homeless people, and when he returned, he smiled
and dragged his drooping legs and disappeared. His girlfriend died of drug
overdose. David didn't show up anymore either.
Sometimes I looked out the window and hoped that he
would have returned to a healthy state, but David did not return forever.