everyday for three months, i rode my bicycle past a school that was close to my place of work. along the wall next to the school, they had these strange murals. i never thought too much of them. however, i always found it strange that there was a flag of north korea painted on the wall.
then on wednesday night, my personal stylist, james, was driving me around, as he does from time to time. i told him about this school as he drove past it. then, he informed me that it was a school for north korean students. apparently, these are north koreans that have escaped to japan via numerous paths.
the students, i saw going to this school, appeared to be slightly different. i just could never put my finger on it. it's not everyday, you get to see people who belong or once belonged to the axis of evil.