Gwangju, Mudeungsan Park
Scene 12
Maille took a taxi to the Mudeungsan Park on the east beach of the town. His office had been unable to furnish him with the address of Tatjana or her lover's factory – it only knew the name of the professor's daughter's hotly loved kimchi-manufacturer: Mister Lee. A valuable piece of information, for sure, as only 15 goddamned per cent of Korea's population was named so. His office had further found out that Mister Lee liked to meditate in a Buddhist temple in Mudeungsan Park.
It was Sunday, and there were hordes of merry wanderers in the park – who offered a couple of footpaths, all together a few kilometres only, as the signposts pointed out. The footloose visitors were dressed from head to toe in special garments and equipped with survival gadgets – as though they had only just returned from a week in the Himalayas. In comparison with them, Maille, in his beachshoes felt a bit underdressed.