CHAPTER 6
My friendly neighborhood interrogator is back after only ten or fifteen minutes. I have no idea what to expect. Maybe he’ll be so sick of me and my snarky personality, he’ll decide it’s time to move me up from preschool punishment tactics and let the real torture finally begin. What I’m hoping for is that after reading my essay, Hee-Man will be so sick of my antics that he’ll decide I’m no longer worth his time and order me back across the border to China, never to return to his great nation of North Korea again.
Fine by me, old chap.
What I’m not prepared for is for Hee-Man to walk in here, sit down at the desk across from me, and tell me in all earnestness, “These are quite serious allegations you bring against yourself, American.”
I stare at him. “What?”
He sighs. “Very s
