CHAPTER 16
“I think that went well.” Hee-Man is heartily eating a bowl of noodle soup as we sit together in our hotel room. The sun set hours ago, but we’ve just now finished the first round of meetings with the prosecutor.
“That went well?” I repeat incredulously. In spite of how famished I was after my week of prison food, I have no appetite at all.
Hee-Man must perceive I’m still thinking about that little boy. “Don’t worry too much,” he says. “Many boys escape the work factories. It happens all the time.”
This is the first I’ve heard of work factories and the closest admission I’ve heard from anyone in North Korea that their citizens might not be living in the perfect little utopic bubble they want us all to believe exists, but I’m not going to press the issue. I’ve already done en
