Dear Comrade the Leader Episode 297
That year, 2013, the spring in Pyongyang was truly beautiful.
The fresh greenery was pervasive, the sunlight was warm, and the energy of life permeated the whole earth, so even the people living in the northern part of the Korean Peninsula could hear the news of a refreshing spring day in the morning news of Chosun Central Broadcasting.
However, just as nature proves that when the petals of life bloom, the fallen leaves that died in the last fall and winter quietly provide nutrients beneath their roots, so in the spring of that year, nature grants many lives and at the same time many other lives. took them
Of course, people are no exception, and in the spring of that year, many people around Jung-hwan returned to heaven after doing their best.
The first person to be obituary was Margaret Thatcher, the first female British Prime Minister and after retiring, she was passionately working for the Northeast Asian Balanced Security Foundation to protect the values of the Western free world.
A few years ago, she showed early symptoms of Alzheimer’s, but did not reduce her outdoor activities, but died of a stroke one morning in April.
The last conversation between Jung-hwan and the Iron Woman on the day the first black female president in history was elected as the Republican Party in the winter of 2012 was still engraved in Jeong-hwan’s mind.
– Now I’m really done with my job. I am resigning from the position of director of the Northeast Asian Balanced Security Foundation by taking this opportunity. Will you fix it, general secretary?
-I’d like to ask you to stay a little longer, but… … I can only thank you for your hard work so far with the director’s health. President-elect Condoleezza Rice will also thank you more than anyone now. She was one of the people who had the biggest influence on this victory, or even on her life’s journey.
-All I taught her was to fight to get what she wanted all her life and never give in. But if I could give anyone one piece of advice right now, it would be General Secretary Kim Jeong-hwan. I’d like to give it to you.
– I’ll listen.
– No politician will ever try to imagine his retirement, but General Secretary. It is always a good idea to think about how you want to be remembered after you step down from a position of power. Whether it’s the president or the prime minister, whether it’s a democracy or not.
-… … .
-However, there were only a few people who came down to show the world and supporters the backside they had hoped for. So, I would advise you to reconsider how you came to power in the hope that the general secretary will be remembered as well.
Although more than 10 years have passed since she stepped down from the post, the news of her passing has received condolences and condolences from numerous leaders around the world, including Hwan Jeong and the new President of the United States Condoleezza Rice.
And Jojeon, delivered to Jeong-hwan a little earlier than Thatcher, was a former lieutenant in the People’s Army, Hong Gye-seong, who had already been fighting the disease and refraining from outside activities other than his honorary post.
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Now, standing at the center of the Ryugyong Hotel accident, which began to turn to a page in history, and the coup that decided the fate of North Korea, on a winter day two days before his death, he intuited his fate. accepted the request.And after biting Cha-su Baek and Frunze juniors, who stood by the bedside and looked at him gloomy, Gye-seong Hong pleaded with Jeong-hwan, a leader who was still younger than him, in a earnest tone as follows:
Was it a coincidence that it sounded similar to Thatcher’s advice, who, coincidentally, passed away a little later in time?
-Cho, Comrade General Secretary… … !! Do you remember 25 years ago when we, the Frunze factions, and the Red Flag to save the Republic started a revolution?
-Of course, I remember it as if it were just yesterday, Comrade Hong Cha-su.
-Ki, if that’s the case, do you remember why we swore allegiance to the general secretary and what we rebelled against? What about the treaty you made with us before you went there?
-… … not to mention
– Boo, please… … Please don’t forget that. This old man’s last request before he dies. Many of the party’s secret agents have been looking for opportunities to blind the general secretary’s eyes and ears, but I have no doubt that the comrade, who is the nation’s most thrifty man, will wisely overcome the difficulties and lead the republic and the people well to the end. please… … please… … I pray that you will get through the pit of temptation until the very end.
Two days after leaving these words, to Hong Gye-seong, who died painlessly while sleeping, Jeong-hwan was awarded the Order of Heroes of the Republic by one grade up from the Order of Heroes of the Republic, which was customarily awarded to the ranks of the People’s Army.
Yoo Hye-rim, who ordered the funeral procedures and medals and read the condolence letter that arrived in the name of the 18th president of Korea, silently watched as Jung-hwan closed the condolence letter. did not answer
-At last… … What did Comrade Hong Cha-Soo mean?
-… … .
And finally, after the two obituaries, when the long-awaited news, the news that he had never waited for, was delivered to the secretary’s office, Jeonghwan could not help but feel that he had grown old and that too much time had passed at the same time.
His mother, Kim Myung-ae, passed away.
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“I am 79 years old. The cause of death was pancreatic cancer. I don’t know if these words will comfort you, but… … Pancreatic cancer is a very painful treatment, but Comrade Kim Myung-ae passed away without any major illness… … It must have been because he had accumulated many virtues for the people around him during his lifetime.”
“… … .”
“According to the will, he demanded that the funeral be held quietly and frugally as a family head without arguing… … You have specified in advance that the rest of the property will be distributed among the people in need, such as victims of industrial accidents and female comrades who have been victims of domestic violence.”
There was debate for a while as to whether Jeong-hwan should take charge of the funeral of the deceased Kim Myung-ae, but the matter was unexpectedly settled when Jeong-hwan himself named Hye-rim Yoo as the resident.
It was a rare sight in North Korea, where the former male supremacist climate still remains, for a woman to take charge of the permanent residence. There was not a single one.
The mourners were a small group of about 50 people, including Jang Seong-taek, Kim Yong-gun, Hyun Young-suk, Kim Young-il, and Kim Young-nam, but they were all because there was no one who knew about Yoo Hye-rim and the real identity of the deceased.
Recently, there were numerous glances going back and forth between General Secretary Jang Seong-taek and General Secretary Jang, bowing to the deceased in an unusual atmosphere that was invisible, but most of them were aware of to some extent.
In any case, when the funeral and condolences were over and the funeral was approaching, Hyerim Yoo approached Jeonghwan, who seemed dazed throughout the funeral.
“The cemetery was chosen as the tomb of the patriotic martyrs, a bit far from Pyongyang. Daeseongsan Revolutionary Martyr’s Tomb is a place where all his family members, including the deceased Comrade Kim Il-sung, are buried… … Comrade Kim Myung-ae, who passed away, thinking about her life and life, she seems to have avoided such a place… … .”
“That would be great. It’s a graveyard where a lot of people’s actors and independence fighters are buried, so your deceased mother will also like it. Thank you as always, Lieutenant Yu.”
“there… … Is your comrade okay?”
“… … How do you look? for you?”
Jeonghwan Jeong Hwan, after roughly finishing the hospitality of the mourners who came to pay tribute to the mourners, such as ‘The Great Loss of the Republic’ and ‘The late Comrade Kim Myung-ae, who embraced all the people with a warm heart, is the true mother of the Republic’. This was one word.
Hye-rim Yoo, who represented Jeong-hwan and supervised all procedures throughout the funeral process, looked at Jeong-hwan’s expression blankly in the air whenever he had a spare time.
“You look very tired, you.”
“right. very tired I had no father, only my mother, and now even he is dead. Even without being able to protect his deathbed.”
“… … .”
“Like the dead President Kim Il-sung and his blood, he builds and supports a flashy tomb like a tomb of revolutionary martyrs. He doesn’t want it. Even so, he doesn’t usually visit him very often, and he doesn’t want to attend his son’s wedding, which everyone else has tried. You’re dead. I’m a really bad bastard right?”
The voice of Jeonghwan, who seemed to be complaining, was deeply tainted with bitter sorrow and self-help.
Although not strictly her own mother, for the past 25 years, Kim Myung-ae has been one of the few who truly think of her purely, away from politics or interests.
The fact that such a person has now disappeared forever was enough to give a feeling of emptiness that is difficult to explain even to someone like Jeonghwan.
However, surprisingly, perhaps as expected, Yoo Hye-rim shook her head at Jeong-hwan’s self-help and denied it.
“Everything you have done so far, what you have shown and done for this republic and its people, and everything you will do in the future, was the best filial piety you could do to the one who passed away. Comrade Kim Myung-ae must have passed away happily, being so proud of his son. I bet you.”
“… … Is that so?”
“yes. and… … You heard his last wish, right? You’ve done all you can do on your part. Even though he was harassed by a certain crazy woman on his way back… … .”
“okay… … Then I see.”
Jeonghwan was so convinced, he took a deep breath and gave strength to his shoulders and back, which had been sagging for a while.
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Now he has returned from being the son of a woman to the general secretary of the Democratic People’s Republic of Korea.“I have to finish work for a while. do you know what I just got a call saying everything was ready, so I’ll have to deal with it as soon as possible.”
“yes… … It’s heartbreaking to see something like this happening at a funeral, not anywhere else… … Please do well.”
When Hyerim Yoo, who seems to already know what was going on, sent off her meaningfully, Jeonghwan left her behind and went out of the mall for a while.
It’s been a long time since I had a bodyguard or, at least, an assistant, walking alone on the trail behind the shopping mall and immersed in emotions that are difficult to express, there was a voice calling out to Jeonghwan.
“You are here, Comrade General.”
“Oh, Director Kim. That’s good. would you like to walk with me It’s because my heart is so fresh.”
The main character of the voice that summoned Jeong-hwan was Kim Young-il, the head of the Anti-Corruption Investigation Bureau, a grim reaper of the Workers’ Party of Korea.
Although blood may not have been mixed, he attended the funeral as one of the few bereaved family members at the ceremony, and he tilted his head for a moment and lowered his voice to ask if he had forgotten.
“… … are you okay? So I mean… … Jang Seong-taek must be arrested soon… … .”
“It is already ready. I just don’t want my own eyes to see something like that happen at my mother’s funeral. After all, my mother is like a half-mother to my comrade, doesn’t my comrade fully understand how I feel?”
“… … !!!”
At Jeonghwan’s quiet words, Kim Young-il stayed blank for a while, with a face that was beaten once, and then scratched his head as if he had just remembered it.
It was hard to believe that he was the head of the Anti-Corruption Investigation Bureau, which said that all the executives of the party military government tremble after the general secretary just by hearing their name.
“Looking back, it’s okay. I thought it was short. Recently, I have been so nervous about various things, so I must have been unable to take care of the feelings of the people around me.”
“It will be soon anyway. After walking for a while, everything will be over when you come back, so let’s go for a walk while talking with me.”
Soon, the two men, the two sons of President Kim Il-sung, started walking out of the mall little by little.
However, Jung-hwan, who offered to chat, did not say anything and remained silent until the shopping street was far away.
Kim Young-il also felt something strange about Jung-hwan’s appearance, but considering that today is the anniversary of the general secretary’s mother’s anniversary, he thought that there was nothing unusual and opened his mouth first.
“The passing of the late Comrade Kim Myung-ae is very unfortunate. You don’t usually see each other often, but you’ve had a lot of trust among the female workers. How would you feel, Comrade General Secretary, to have to do such an ugly thing on such a comrade’s anniversary? … .”
“It’s not as bad as expected, comrade. After all, I’m doing it for the Republic, so he’ll understand. In the past and now, if water is stagnant, it will rot, and if power is concentrated in one place, it will be corrupted.”
“Isn’t that the only exception to the general secretary comrade? It is really hard to find a person who has been in power for 25 years alone and has not had any worship, deification, or at least minor corruption or corruption in the history of the Korean people, as well as in the East and West.”
“But even such great men eventually ruined the English name they had kept throughout their lives by mismanaging their surroundings. It was the same with the South Korean presidents. Looking at such cases, even though it is difficult to share the hardships of family and close friends, it seems even more difficult to share a film.”
“… … ?”
Something was strange.
Kim Young-il couldn’t help but think about it other than having a conversation with Jung-hwan.
I can’t pinpoint something and put it into words, but today’s general secretary looked a little different from usual.
And it didn’t seem like the reason was simply because today was my mother’s funeral.
Around the time when this feeling of incongruity in Kim Young-il’s heart began to develop into anxiety, Jeong-hwan stopped and looked back at Kim Young-il.
“I said something like this to my comrade not long ago in the secretary’s office. In order to get rid of Deputy Chief Jang Sung-taek effortlessly, we have to reassure him first, so let’s wait until today. This was the old American mafia’s way of punishing traitors, and before they were executed, they gave them a sense of trust in order to prevent escape or last resort.”
“Comrade General Secretary… … ?”
“But I wasn’t for that reason. It was just because I didn’t want to show him again how I had my hands got my family’s blood on my hands while she was still alive. So tell me now.”
As Kim Young-il was looking at Jung-hwan with a lost expression on his face, Jung-hwan brought out the questions he had been holding on to as if he was driving the last wedge.
“The person who conspired with Pyongyang secretary Lee Young-bak to frame President Choi Seung-il, poisoned his witness, Ryom Jeong-hoon within the Investigation Bureau, and leaked party information to the South Korean media and tried to put all the charges on Jang Sung-taek, was a comrade of Director Kim Young-il. Is it you?”