<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29579198</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:30:16.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Haemi Fortress, Summer (an ultra-short)</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haemi-fortress.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29579198/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haemi-fortress.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Finn Harvor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29579198.post-115008228004657793</id><published>2006-06-11T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T22:45:53.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5130/1572/1600/Img0030.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5130/1572/1600/Img0030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5130/1572/400/Img0030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT. A SMALL KOREAN VILLAGE. AN EARLY SUMMER EVENING, MID-WEEK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A WESTERN MAN is walking down the city's main street. To his left is the historic site of Haemi Fortress. He has a peaceful expression on his face, but from his body language we can tell he's lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VO: Those were the days before I met you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SFX: A light breeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5130/1572/1600/Img0031.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5130/1572/320/Img0031.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT. THE INNER COURTYARD OF THE FORTRESS. MOMENTS LATER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Western man sees a group of CHILDREN. They are giggling and playing with each other. Then one of them spots the man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5130/1572/1600/Img0228.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5130/1572/320/Img0228.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHILD: 의국인! [Foreigner]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECOND CHILD: [sing-songy] Hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN: [smiling] Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL CHILDREN: [gleefully] Hello! Hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN: [speaking slowly] Can you speak English?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The CHILDREN suddenly start to giggle uproariously. But their amusement is more a symptom of shyness than desire to carry the game any further. They run away, still laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The MAN continues walking. He makes his way through small, sad, empty streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5130/1572/1600/Img0040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5130/1572/320/Img0040.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT. AN EVANGELICAL CHURCH. TEN MINUTES LATER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5130/1572/1600/Img0051.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5130/1572/320/Img0051.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;The MAN enters. He is somewhat surprised to see a CROWD OF WORSHIPPERS. They are very involved in their prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The MAN walks cautiously forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A MIDDLE-AGED KOREAN MAN spots him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CUT TO: CLOSE UP of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;MIDDLE-AGED KOREAN MAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;MIDDLE-AGED KOREAN MAN: 하느님! 하느님이 자를 사랑하습니다! [God! God loves you!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT. A STREET. MOMENTS LATER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The MAN is walking by himself again. He looks even sadder than before. A DIFFERENT CHILD spots him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;DIFFERENT CHILD: [especially enthusiastically] Hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V.O.: I don't know what it is was about that kid's voice. It got to my heart more than any church or religion could.... I heard that intrusive, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;pip-squeaky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt; voice and all I could think of was another day when the sun was setting -- a hotter day, and happier, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5130/1572/1600/DSCN0838.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5130/1572/320/DSCN0838.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29579198-115008228004657793?l=haemi-fortress.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haemi-fortress.blogspot.com/feeds/115008228004657793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29579198&amp;postID=115008228004657793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29579198/posts/default/115008228004657793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29579198/posts/default/115008228004657793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haemi-fortress.blogspot.com/2006/06/ext.html' title=''/><author><name>Finn Harvor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
