The entire journey is tedious and no one wants to talk. I take a chance to open the car window and all the fresh air hits on my face. This place opens my heart to like them, this compact town with a lot of enormous trees and a one-sided roadway.
"You like this place." He mutters.
I nod as I glance at him and he grins without leaving his eyes on the road.
"This place is calling me. I don't know why,"
"Maybe because you've been here or you were born here." He replies without looking at me.
"How do you say that? As far as I know, my twin brother and I were born in Korea." I explain, striving to calm down.
"I'm just guesting and enlightening you since you mentioned that this place is familiar to you. It's either you've been here or you were born here. You're not born here so it means you've been here when you were younger but you didn't remember." He parks his car in front of the coffee shop called "Rafflesia Café".
