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North Korea, a Land of Human Achievement, Love and Joy! Paradise on Earth! Really!

Apparently they lied to us once again. Everything you were indoctrinated in was a lie. We live in a totalitarian state. Full of lies and vermin. Your whole life is part of the Great Deception.
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Global Research.com — August 04, 2013 — North Korea, a Land of Human Achievement, Love and Joy
 link to www.globalresearch.ca

As the plane - Russian-built Tupolev-204 - was taking off from Pyongyang Airport, I felt nothing, absolutely nothing. The morning fog was at first covering the runway, and then it began to lift. The engines roared. Right after the takeoff I could clearly distinguish green fields, neat villages and ribbons of ample and lazy rivers below the wing. It was undeniably a beautiful sight: melancholic, poetic, and truly dramatic. And yet I felt numb. I was feeling nothing, absolutely nothing.

Overhead monitors were beaming endless images of one parade after another, of endless celebrations and bombastic concerts. The volume was up, women and men on the screen were singing enthusiastically, soldiers were marching; roaring jets and helicopters were penetrating the blue sky. The conductor was waving his hands. The standing crowd was applauding. Emotions were brought to an absolute extreme; watering the eyes of the people, and omnipresent pride on their faces.

Suddenly I felt empty, scared of something.

After seeing more than 150 countries, all over the world, after covering wars and conflicts, some of unimaginable intensity and brutality, I was suddenly longing for some rest, even for total silence.

60 years ago North Korea won the war. But some 4 million people died many of them, civilians. Maybe it was more than 4 million, nobody knows exactly. The capital city Pyongyang was totally leveled to the ground. I did not want to hear loud music and long speeches. I wanted to pay tribute to those who lost their lives, by sitting quietly by the river covered by mist, listening to the tall grass. But during my 8 days in North Korea, I had very few moments of silence, almost no opportunity to reflect.

What have I seen in those 8 days in DPRK - in North Korea? I saw an enormous futuristic city, Pyongyang, the capital, built from the ashes. I saw enormous theatres and stadiums, a metro system deep below the ground (public transportation doubling as nuclear shelter, in case the city came under attack). I saw trolley buses and double-decker buses, wide avenues, unimaginably ample sidewalks, roller-skating rinks and playgrounds for children.

Statues and monuments were everywhere. The size of some boulevards and buildings were simply overwhelming. For more than a decade I lived in Manhattan, but this was very different grandeur. New York was growing towards the sky, while Pyongyang consisted of tremendous open spaces and massive eclectic buildings.

Outside the capital I saw green fields, and farmers walking home deep in the countryside. Clearly, there was no malnutrition among children, and despite the embargo, everyone was decently dressed.

I saw packed squares, with tens of thousands of people shouting slogans from the top of their lungs. I saw thousands of women in colorful traditional dresses waving their flags and ribbons, cheering when the command was given, welcoming us - international delegates. Marching next to me for peace, was a former US Attorney General, Ramsey Clark, and at my other side, the leader of one of the Indian Communist Parties. There were human rights lawyers from the United States and from all over the world, Turkish revolutionaries, and, for hard to understand reasons, several heads of the Ugandan military.

But I did not come here to march. I came here to film and to photograph, to see the faces of local people, to read what was written on those faces, to feel, to sense, and to try to understand.

Instead of loud cheers, I came to listen to the whispers, hoping to catch understated facial expressions, tiny signs of fear, of joy, of love and even of existentialist confusion.

The West, its policy makers and mass media, succeeded in creating an image of a dehumanized North Korea. They did it by blurring the faces. For decades North Koreans were being portrayed as inhabitants of some monstrous hermit empire where men, women and children all look alike, dress the same, behave like robots, never smile and do not look into each other's eyes.

Before I came here, before I agreed to come, I explained to the organizers that I was not interested in all those elaborate fireworks and packed stadiums. I wanted to see a mom taking her child to school. I was longing to capture the faces of lovers at dusk, sitting side by side on some remote bench, whispering to each other those urgent words, those pledges that make life worth living; the same words, the same pledges, uttered all over the world.

Paradoxically, I was discouraged to do so. Instead I was asked to march. From a storyteller and a man who is used to document the world, I was converted into a delegate. And whenever the crowd spotted me, it cheered, and then I felt embarrassed, I was longing desperately to become invisible, or to at least find some hiding place. Not because I was doing something wrong, but simply because I was unaccustomed to such naked outbursts of enthusiasm directed at me.

And so I marched, for peace and for the re-unification of the Korean nation. And while I marched, I kept filming and photographing. It must have looked awkward, I have to admit: a delegate who was filming a bunch of women who were dressed in their colorful traditional dresses, cheering him with their paper ribbons, and shouting at top of their lungs.

I soon discovered that I was fighting for every glimpse of reality, of common life. Instead I had been fed with an extravaganza.

I was taken to those stadiums with 100,000 people, where children change positions of their boards periodically, and the entire side of the tribune suddenly becomes like some colorful, living storyboard. I was witnessing huge events, with thousands of dancers, with fireworks and multiple bands.

Yet what impressed me the most was an ancient and tiny stone bridge in Kaesong City, near the Demilitarized Zone. And the scene around the bridge: a tiny girl, perhaps three years old, her sock torn, crying, while her mother caressed her hair in the most tender, warmest way imaginable.

My hosts, they did not seem to understand. I explained to them, again and again, but my words sounded too foreign to them.

As far as they were concerned, I was just 'some famous writer, filmmaker, and journalist'. They needed me to show great support for their revolution, and deep reverence for their suffering during the Western onslaught more than 60 years ago.

Naturally I felt reverence and grief, but that was all that I was expected to feel. I felt much more.

But I fell in love, instantly with the North Korean countryside, and the faces of North Korean farmers and city dwellers. These were pure faces, honest and expressive. What could I do? Love is subjective; it is irrational. The exaggerated greenery of the fields, children playing at the roadside, soldiers returning home to their villages for a short home-leave, women facing the sun at dusk: it was overwhelming; love at first sight, as I said.

I was photographing through the windshield; I was annoying the organizers, demanding that they stop in the middle of the road.

Then on July 26 I met, together with Ramsey Clark and few other delegates, Mr.Yang Hyong Sob, the Vice President of the Standing Committee of the Supreme People's Committee. He looked like a very kind man, and I was given a chance to exchange some ideas with him. I explained that the best way to combat Western propaganda is to show to the world the faces of North Korean people.

"It is their common tactic", I said. "They portray people of China, Cuba, Venezuela, Russia, Iraq, Afghanistan, Serbia, as heartless, as if they were some plastic androids. Then, subconsciously, compassion for the people of those nations vanishes from the hearts of the Western public. Suddenly it is fine to starve them, to bomb them, to murder thousands, even millions of those androids. But once the faces are shown, the Western public gets confused; many refuse to support mass murder."

The Vice-President nodded. He smiled at me. As we were leaving, he locked me in a bear hug, and said simply "Please come back!"

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teen hookers 08.Aug.2013 11:10

rAT

The last President of NK imported dozens of 17 year-old hookers from Scandanavia to occupy his free time. I always knew you were some sort of weirdo troll, but you really outdid yourself here. North Korea? A paradise? They drop dead from starvation there by the hundreds of thousands. Run by megalomaniacal serial killers and brainwashing zombie kings. It's goose-stepping time- rise and shine!
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Some Sort Of Weirdo Troll? 09.Aug.2013 08:03

blues

Hey rAT, think about why I so often present very peculiar stuff I find on the vast Internets. It's always been obvious to me that we must challenge everything that everyone takes for granted as written in stone. I am old enough now to be on Social Security retirement, and, probably because of my habit of going places that other people shun, I've uncovered many, many Big Lies. Our world is chock-full of them! So I saw this article that contradicts everything that "they" told me about North Korea, written by a person that visited this place. I also found the piece in CounterPunch, which seems to do a fair amount of vetting. We can't do that because the North Koreans keep nearly all of us out. If you think about it, this has worked very well for them. So why would everything "they" told us not be just another Big Lie? I have seen so many of them over my lifetime.

"The last President of NK imported dozens of 17 year-old hookers from Scandanavia[sic] to occupy his free time." (Blondes no less.) Now how on earth can we really know this? Only because "they" told us, I'm afraid. I have no idea what the truth is, and I've never been there. It may seem a bit trollish (weirdo style) to come out and endorse it the way I did, but rather than argue with people, I want them to do a bit of a double take, and give it some thought. Heaven knows that we just do not think about the amazing assumptions of "common wisdom" nearly enough! (But like I said, how can I know the real truth?)

The "Plants Can Think" article (not by me) was a big hit. My biggest hit was something like "'Free Will' Is A Complete Myth". People were actually shocked and outraged (totally to my amazement). Imagine that people are completely in thrall to notions they never really think about! Can life have value and meaning if there is no such thing as free will? Good question. Free will is the basis of everything we do in life; there is not even such a thing as a social contract without it. Yet it absolutely cannot be measured and defined at all. It has no scientific basis whatsoever! Something to think about? But people just "attack." My real hope is that they will at least start to think about such things when they find they have to plead "guilty" or "not guilty."

My latest project is simple score voting. You don't need any math to compare it with every other proposed system, and realize it's the only one that can really work without recourse to electronic voting machines. Our present single-choice (so-called "plurality") system obviously cannot work because of the spoiler effect. And "political scientists" have always known this. Perhaps the biggest conspiracy of all time (and just what my blog is really about). What an amazing world.

Next... 13.Aug.2013 11:30

GB

Next your going to tell us that all of the N Korean death camps are a lie too.

How Many North Korean "Death Camps" Have You Visited? 13.Aug.2013 16:42

blues

What about the endless American death camps? Why do people believe the rich corporate media just because they have all of our money?

WHY???

Money Media is your God?


Skeptic about all 04.Sep.2014 10:21

erasmite

Anyone remember the story about how Kim jon Ung had his uncle executed by having him eaten alive by 120 ravenous dogs? Gotta give that guy some style points. I mean really, it's nice that whoever reported the story had an "exact" count of the dogs, it wasn't 99 dogs, it wasn't 105 dogs, it wasn't 73 dogs....It was 120 DOGS EXACTLY!!!!

 link to worldnews.nbcnews.com

Yes, and there was the story about Mr. Ung having his ex girlfriend (and the entire orchestra she sang in) executed for making porno movies. She subsequently appeared in public very much alive.

 link to www.nydailynews.com

Now, I don't doubt that a totalitarian regime will kill people for a variety of reasons, many petty and unjustified, that is if killing is ever justified - that could be another discussion entirely. However, when a story it patently ridiculous on it's very face value you have to ask yourself whose putting out the story and what are their motivations, the two above stories are pretty absurd sounding and sound exactly like something the propoganda system in the West would put out in order to slander a government we don't agree with. Other stories may be more skillfully done and sound credible, still doesn't mean they're true. Sometimes you just have to take it all with a big grain of salt.