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WORDS WITHOUT KNOWLEDGE “MY EARS HAD HEARD OF you but now my eyes have seen you. Therefore I despise myself and repent in dust and ashes.” Job 42:5-6 I didn’t know the name of the city I was hiding in. I had no idea which road would take me to Yanji. And what would I do there if I managed to find it? Shin was dead. The winter coat he purchased for me back in Kimchaek was stained with his blood, and my ears still rang with the sound of machine guns. The moon was low on the horizon. It wasn’t dawn yet, but I guessed sunrise was only a few hours away. Whatever plan I was about to conceive, I needed to come up with it soon. I was too scared, or else I would have fled back to North Hamyong Province that very night. Although my terror of guard dogs and watchtowers kept me on the Chinese side