"Your
voice is bright, I guess there's lots of coins are rolling in your house these
days." That's what my friend in Seoul said to me. "It's all in the
past, but dog habits die hard. Whenever I still go to someone's house and see
the lots of coins in the glass bottle, “I guess this house's living is still
running well and I feel comfortable."
Here
in the U.S., when money starts to dry out at home, it's hard to watch a penny
as if one's mouth is burning in the desert. This is because the U.S. does not
talk about money even between father and son.
I guess my friend remembered my old story of
living that I scavenge all the pockets in the closet to find the coins.
Depending on the tone of my voice, she say hello with my coin story.
Picasso,
who settled in Paris as a young man and was suffering from extreme poverty, had
no shoes, so he could go out only when his lover returned. As if Picasso, I
used to look for coins for my husband's outing. I looked for all the pockets in
the closet, but let alone paper money, but
also there were
no coins. My husband used to walk shaking the coins in his old coat. I felt
sorry he walking with his head down to see if he was looking for the coins on
the street.
There
has been several coin blessings intertwined with the husband's pay phone. In
the hot summer, my husband went to get a job. As soon as I put a coin in a
public phone booth standing on a quiet street, a few dollars worth of 25-cent
coins flowed out. Another time, coins poured out like a jackpot from a public
phone at a tavern next to the workplace. He was surprised and puts his chest in
a slot and quickly looked around and he swept up about $10 worth of coins into
his jacket.
There
was another coins jackpot. We got a studio on condition that we would repair it
to save rent. When we removed a box of yellow spaghetti from the old cupboard
at one corner of the studio, two black pepper cans appeared. When we opened it
with some gruesomeness, the silver coins of the 4-50s were full of it.
Sometimes I recall the memories of desperate times I was to get everything out
and use them.
A
friend who asked me how I am doing with a coin story became a doctor instead of
going to the art college due to opposition from his parents. And she met her
husband who is a doctor and live well in Gangnam.
How
about a well-earned doctor and wife's life? How happy would they be? I was so
curious that I asked, "How much and how well do you live?"
"Well, when the money came together, I bought the luxury items at first.
When it waned, I traveled abroad and played golf. And then when I lost interest
in it, I went to a concert. But these days, I've come to the point of
collecting art. Your husband's paintings are very expensive. I should have
bought it for a long time ago. I regret it."
André Malraux of the French Minister of Culture
took a tour of the 'Washing Line' of Montmartre Hill, with young artists. And
designated it as a historical monument. Picasso next to him muttered, when we
were having a hard time, why didn't help us in advance.
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