CHAPTER 15
I try to avoid extremes in the drama department when I can help it. My photography advisor in grad school described my style as subtly understated but not to the point where the message gets completely lost. Whatever that means. Bottom line is I don’t overdo it, not in my writing, not in my photography, and (at least until this week) not in my personal life.
Try telling that to me now, as I’m in yet another hotel room shaking the hand of yet another Mr. Kim, this one my prosecuting attorney.
It’s a little after lunchtime, and I’m only now sitting down to meet my prosecutor. Hee-Man is the epitome of deference and professionalism when he introduces me to the man charged with accusing me before a Pyongyang court. For the first time in my life, I’m kicking myself for not pursuin
