Dear Cousin,
You won’t believe what I saw today. A performance unlike anything I’ve ever witnessed.
The People’s Circus set up its grand tent in the square, and everyone gathered—mothers, children, workers fresh from their shifts, all packed together beneath the heavy summer sky. Then the show began.
At first, it was the usual—acrobats spinning through the air, dancers moving in perfect unison, and the kind of music that makes you stand a little straighter. But then, the real star arrived. A great beast—half-monster, half-hero—stomped onto the stage, roaring as if it had risen straight from the depths of the sea.
The announcer declared, "Behold! The Mighty Guardian, Protector of the Revolution!"
The children gasped. Some clutched their mother’s hands, others clapped with excitement. The creature—a man in a massive suit, I think—raised its arms as if ready to crush a city. But instead, it danced. A slow, lumbering, strangely elegant movement. The acrobats leaped around it, twisting, flipping, bowing. It was absurd. It was mesmerizing. It was... oddly moving.
I don't know what the lesson was supposed to be. Strength? Unity? The great power of the people? Maybe it didn’t matter. Maybe, for once, we were just allowed to watch and wonder.
I wish you had been here. You would have laughed. Or maybe, like me, you would have simply stared, trying to remember every second.
Write soon,
Jin-woo
Jin-woo
