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day 26, Demilitarized Zone between North Korea and South Korea

We drive out through the empty streets of Pyongyang. People gather nuts from the trees in the park, fishing in the river, work on the field, patrolling children singing in the streets.

from a James Bond film produced, I ask myself the DMZ in front of a giant minefield, soldiers with hovercrafts, explosive-laden and full of bridges. The reality is far less spectacular, a sleepy border post, but with massive, meter-thick gates, then drive through the countryside, where farmers have their fields behind barbed wire. The border post is a certain comic, blue barracks, half an hour visited by tourists in North Korea, then half an hour from those in South Korea, it's like looking in a mirror. In the distance you can see the mast with the South Korean Flag outside the barracks South Korean soldiers, who look with their guns and armored suits against our soldiers almost futuristic.

the evening, one of the many schedule changes. We go for the first time in the night and still with a rural area. Probably inadvertently, we see the everyday lives of North Koreans. Dark streets, semi-legal street markets, bustling with activity, people who flit like ghosts through the streets.

Scheinbar endlos fahren wir durch die Nacht und einen Moment lang denke ich, dass uns nie jemand finden würde, wenn die Regierung beschliessen würde, uns verschwinden zu lassen. Die Handys und alle anderen Geräte, die als Peilsender dienen könnten, wurden konfisziert. Mitten in der Nacht kommen wir in einer riesigen Hotelanlage an, die aus vielen kleinen Bungalows besteht. Normalerweise werden hier Staatsgäste und ihre Konkubinen einquartiert, aber all zu viele davon hat Nordkorea nicht, also sind wir hier. Die Bungalows sind in altem Luxus gehalten, eine riesige Badewanne soll spezielles, gesundes Wasser liefern. Ich sitze mit meinen zwei Bayern im Zimmer, wir trinken, I make jokes about what last night in the Honeymoon Suite will happen either, according to the motto "what happens in North Korea stays in North Korea" until we finally into a religious basis for discussion to drift, leading as always in a dead end. In the night I'm starting a cockroach and a dragonfly, which is so great that sounds its wings as if a helicopter in the room