1. The Island, Chapter 27


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    invite the ladies, I thought. If my goal was to get some relaxation, it wasn’t working. On the other hand, I truly love being around naked women. I can relax when I’m dead! “What are you smiling at, Dave?” Mi Cha asked curiously. Thinking quickly, I answered. “I’m just glad that if we have to be stranded on this island together, that we have such a great group of people here.” The others murmured agreement. “So what do you do back in the real world?” I asked. “I’m an international business consultant,” she answered. “And that means …?” I ventured. She laughed, showing her small, even teeth. “My firm specializes in helping businesses who open branches in a foreign country assimilate into the culture. This includes things like work hours, acceptable divisions between work life and personal life, typical leisure time activities for the employees.” She splashed some water on her face and continued. “You’d be surprised how many assumptions are made about these things in the home country that seem completely alien in a new one. We also help with the proper marketing strategies, so the company doesn’t alienate or anger some ethnic group accidentally.” “That is very interesting,” said Adede thoughtfully. “I had not considered it before, but I can see how it would be true. Even my own experience from moving from a village to a city, and then spending time in other countries, has shown me how different are the attitudes of people in these different environments.” “And what do you do?” ...
    I asked her. “My family runs an import-export company that specializes in African folk art. There is currently a large market for authentic hand-made items in Korea. I was traveling to Seoul to help set up a new office there.” She looked at me in curiosity. “I understand you are a doctor?” I nodded. “Yes. I’m a general surgeon. I operate on appendixes and hernias, breast diseases, intestinal problems. Basically things between the neck and the knees.” Chin Sun said something in Korean. MI Cha translated: “She says she could never do that, she faints at the sight of blood.” I looked surprised. “She can understand English, a little, but can’t speak it very well.” “And what do you do, Chin Sun?” I addressed her. Mi Cha translated for her: “She says she works in a call center. But she works from home so she can take care of her father. As the youngest daughter, it is her responsibility.” I glanced at her father, who seemed to be drifting off to sleep, lulled by the warm water. “What’s the name of the other Korean woman—the one with the young boy?” I asked. “Her name is Soo-Jin,” answered Mi Cha. “She comes from the far south. I don’t know much about her.” I had been sitting on some small pebble or piece of sediment this whole time, and its nagging presence finally got to me. I stood up briefly, brushing off my butt and the stone slab I was sitting on. When I sat back down, whatever it had been was gone. I glanced back up to see Chin Sun whispering something in Mi Cha’s ear, both ...
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