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“Hugh…” sigh unceasingly came out of my mouth; the entire house resounded with the sound. Staying at solitude, feeling aloof, I frequently look up the window: basking in snugness of warm embrace of sun. ‘Our nation, my nation, why am I presenting in this trivial nation’, the sound echoed again and again in my head. I was anguished with the fact, the immutable and ubiquitous fact: I am Korean. Korea, my nation where I currently standing on, is inclined to feel segregated afar away from me: more than a mile, or even to the unit surpassing the unit of mile. The ground I touch with my physical body is spurious, even though I feel the contact. Such phenomenon is referred to “pressing “on” button of computer monitor without noticing the plug was off”. My physical body had absolute, definite physical contact with the ground and my nation, however, my mental plug declined automatically to be plugged in with my nation. Two year ago, news reporter sternly spoke out, “Korean government demanded America to prohibit exporting cow-meat-related product to Korea. However, America planted apprehension on Koreans’ mind by the menace of amplifying the amounts of tariffs on Korean products”. My mind was congested with turmoil, ‘apprehension?’, ‘menace?’. “Is our nation feeble?” I inquired myself, waiting for the reply of ‘I’. “Is our nation protected by America? If not, why did news reporter utilized the word, “menace”, and “apprehension”?” “Threats from the foreign nation, the world-prominent nation”, I sometimes misinterpreted this phrase as “Korea became protected nation under America, the world-prominent nation”, because giving menace to a certain nation is only available when the nation underestimated that particular nation. Living in such trifling, easily-misprized nation was great mortification towards me, and my existence. Whenever Americans mentioned a word, “Korea”, my face easily altered rubicund, by the feeling of humiliation. I began to bifurcate myself from Korea, I and Korea are complete different existence; I stated myself “non-citizenship possessing boy”. “After Korea approached to the gate of world seventh economy in mid-1990s…”, “World seventh economy?” I was stupefied, amplifying the volume of television at the same time. “Korea was world seventh economy?” I was about to fall from my couch. My eyes began to get bigger, meticulously observing television. I ran toward my room, connecting Internet, I entered Google, pressing “Korea, world top seventh economy”. This was fact, omnipresent fact that everyone acknowledged. “Korea was world second poorest nation in the globe during the early 1950s. But how could this occur?” Korea, the nation I abased, was virtually one of the most idealistic nations to foreigners: the nation of miracle. Also, contemporarily, Korea became the world role model who encourages the challenge of advancing nations. My fixed image toward Korea began to alter; I was shameful of myself for denying my nation, my accountable nation. Still, the memories remain in my head. Writing my past through reminiscence, the circumstance remains valid in my head. Our society tends to have prejudice on certain object or person, however sometimes what we think true may be prejudice.