9 Jan 2011 @ 00:06
Via BoingBoing. Translated from "Korea" magazine, No. 346, 1985.
This happened in early November 1973. I drove a tractor with a trailer loaded with rice sheaves, and I had the honor of meeting Our Beloved Leader, Comrade Kim Il-sung, on the road. I pined for him in my dreams. Our Beloved Leader warmly shook my hand smeared with machine oil, and praised me by saying that a young girl like me works so hard. He inspected the engine, the cab, and the gearbox of my tractor, and gently asked how many sheaves are loaded on the trailer. ... Our Beloved Leader looked at me for a minute, and asked in his hoarse voice, "So, if you drove the tractor until 12, do your hands hurt now?" After that, he stroked my palm and hand, and rolled up the sleeve of my robe to feel for the thickness of my wrist...Oooh, that's hot. More here.