CHAPTER 18
As hard as I’m trying to forget about the passing of time, my body and brain are still locked into a seven-day cycle. It’s a hard habit to break even in conditions like this. I think I’ve been in Pyongyang a little less than a week. I refuse to add up how long I’ve been imprisoned from the beginning. Part of me still thinks that if I just ignore the calendar, they’ll let me go and I’ll find out I didn’t miss Grandma Lucy’s big birthday bash after all.
Funny the things you focus on when every single freedom of yours has been stripped away.
I would have thought I’d be more worried about the documentary I just spent hundreds of hours editing in China. But nope. Here I am, stuck in a Pyongyang hotel room, which may as well be a jail cell for all the movement I’m allowed, and my b
