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 On my way home, I saw a man, of pail skin and blue eyes, in subway.  Amid impassive faces of passensers, he looked lonely.  Ten minutes passed before I noticed that he had been staring at me from the moment I got on the train. I was embrassed, for I was not comfortable with that kind of situation.  I tried to evade his eye, pretending to read my book - to which I had little attention honestly.  Not strong enough to resist his attention, however, I moved myself close to him and kindly asked his Kakao-tok ID.  He, as if to have been expecting that I would come, gave me a smile and told his stotry. He just recently moved from Pusan to Soeul, so had few friends he knew around here. He was a swedish.