Alleys back then worked like a square in old cities in Europe. People live very close to each other. Residents exchanged news, coming and going in the narrow, winding passage. It was an open community. People just walked in neighbor's house and kids next door came and had dinner together on any day. Everybody knew each other. Kids grew up together. Elderly people took care of all the kids in the neighborhood regardless of who was whose kid. You gave home-made jeon to your neighbors and they sent some food on the returned plate. There were no child molester nor a psychopath. People were happy though they were poor.
In the 21st century, are we happy, living in the caged apartment? I don't know who lives next door. I sometimes meet some of the people on the same floor in the elevator. We exchange dry greetings. I don't remember their faces. Do I have to? This is a temporary place and I'll probably relocate. We are an uprooted generation.
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