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Gyeong-gu passed me the baby. I held Maya gingerly in my arms. She leaned against my shoulder with her face tilted sideways. Burying my nose into the nape of her neck, I inhaled a whiff of sweet, soapy milk from that tiny person resembling Gyeong-gu. In a hushed voice, I whispered in Maya¡¯s ear out of the hearing of Gyeong-gu, Sun-yeong, and my wife Eun-a.
¡°What¡¯s your name?¡±
Maya smiled without a word.
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I now have a number of jaeil gyopo friends. They are told they appear practically Japanese or practically Korean in different circumstances. They still become conspicuous at times. They may choose to hide yet refuse to do so. They are jaeil (î¤ìí) in the merest sense of being in Japan.
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While holding Maya in his arms, Jun-gyeong realizes that identity cannot be acknowledged by way of interpretation. Only the person in question can interpret and edit their own identity. Hence, Jun-gyeong buries his nose into the nape of her neck, inhaling ¡°a whiff of sweet, soapy milk¡± while whispering out of the others¡¯ hearing: ¡°What¡¯s your name?¡±
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