Dear Ministry of Transportation,
I am writing to you from yet another overcrowded train station in Pyongyang, where the sun is shining, and thousands of us are standing shoulder to shoulder, waiting for a train that may or may not arrive on time (if at all). I have lost count of how many times I’ve been late to work because of this chaos, and I can’t even remember what it feels like to get home without waiting for hours.
Every morning, I wake up full of hope. Maybe today will be the day! Maybe the train will run on time, and I’ll actually have space to breathe. But then I arrive at the station, and reality hits: a sea of frustrated people, all of us squeezed into a space that seems to shrink by the minute, as the train remains nowhere in sight.
I understand that things take time, that resources are limited, and that we must be patient. But tell me, how is it that every single day is the same? Have the train schedules become a piece of fiction? Should I start bringing a camping chair to the station? Or maybe apply for a job closer to home, where the only delay is waiting for my morning tea to cool?
I ask you, dear officials, with the utmost respect: Is there a plan to fix this? Or should I start developing superhuman patience?
Sincerely,
A very late and very frustrated citizen